Torrential rain poured, never ceasing.
This was a world shrouded in rain, where everything was damp, and the air was filled with a chilling and moist scent.
Yang Jian stood in the heavy rain, holding a red spear, squinting slightly as he watched the ghosts with umbrellas inch closer.
The number seemed reminiscent of the time he confronted the Ghost Ship.
However, Yang Jian wasn't afraid of such a scene now, because he had been through similar experiences multiple times, and had the experience and ability to fight against a group of fierce ghosts.
"These ghosts are imprisoned on this level, unable to leave here, posing no threat to the outside world, so I don't need to keep fighting these fierce ghosts. As long as I find that umbrella, this supernatural event will be completely resolved."
Thinking this, Yang Jian immediately started taking action.
