Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards

Chapter 833 - 515: Battle with the Female Ghost (Part 2)

"To actually sever the connection between the spirit jar and ghosts, turning my controlled ghosts into its minions, interesting..."

With a gentle tap of his foot, Wang Zhifan instantly leapt high to evade the bald zombie in red clothes lunging at his face, meanwhile utilizing the spirit jar to control two other ghosts to come to his aid, forming a scenario where two ghosts battled one zombie.

This chaotic scene was nothing but a blatant slap in Wang Zhifan’s face; clearly all three ghosts belonged to him, yet now one had been swayed by fierce ghosts, starting to oppose him.

After watching the scene of the long-tongued male ghost and the blood-eyed female ghost fighting the bald zombie for a few seconds, Wang Zhifan didn’t interfere, instead beginning his second wave of probing, sending one of his Dream Me Avatars toward the haunted house ahead.

He was curious whether the presence within the haunted house could sway his Dream Me Avatar; if it could, then the abilities of this ghost were undeniably formidable.

Because Wang Zhifan’s Dream Me Avatar wasn’t merely a summoned entity, it was essentially an extension of his power, broadly a part of himself.

The connection between Dream Me Avatar and his main body was far tighter than that of the spirit jar-controlled bald zombie.

The answer soon revealed itself; as his Dream Me Avatar charged toward the haunted house ahead, ripples in the air once again surfaced, perceived by Wang Zhifan through his avatar.

It was a cold and sinister gaze, possessing a special allure, drawing Wang Zhifan’s avatar into a dark space.

In this incomparably dark space, there was nothing but a gigantic woman’s face hanging in the center, at least one zhang high, her gaze fixed on the direction of the avatar, a sinister and terrifying smile etched upon her face.

One could vaguely discern that the woman should be of ancient origin; her face extremely pale, adorned with traditional heavy makeup, hair cascading down like a waterfall holding a white bone hairpin, paired with pitch-black eyeless ghost eyes and a sinister curve at her mouth, making her appear incredibly frightening.

Ever since entering, Wang Zhifan felt through his Dream Me Avatar a relentless force of erosion assailing him, as though this gigantic woman’s face was corrupting him with her gaze, wanting to turn his avatar into a puppet with evil energy.

But Wang Zhifan’s Dream Me Avatar was too intimately linked with himself, and his own strength was exceptionally powerful, making it difficult for this female ghost’s gaze to shake him in the short term.

Furthermore, the Dream Me Avatar bore a special mechanism: once it lost connection with the main body, it would directly collapse and dissolve into nothingness, leaving no chance for others to utilize.

"Strange space... a gigantic ghostly woman’s face... what on earth is this thing..."

Maintaining the avatar’s stability, Wang Zhifan couldn’t help but murmur inwardly.

He was puzzled about where his avatar actually was, feeling it wasn’t inside the haunted house, instead within some peculiar space, created by the ghostly woman.

In the next instant, he recalled his first encounter with this ghostly woman, during a ritual where he saw a silhouette of a woman combing her hair on the window paper, undoubtedly the same ghostly woman.

"Combing... Dressing table... Mirror... Yes, it’s a mirror! The avatar is in the mirror!"

Suddenly, Wang Zhifan understood why the space his avatar occupied was so peculiar, only able to see a gigantic ghostly woman’s face; evidently because the avatar was in the mirror, within the dressing table mirror facing the ghostly woman!

"So this is your battle mechanism? Pulling opponents into mirror space? While you remain outside the mirror, naturally invincible?"

Thinking based on this inference, Wang Zhifan realized the strength of this ghost woman.

If she held a strong mastery over the mirror space, she indeed wouldn’t be easy to deal with, because no matter how powerful the presence inside the mirror was, it couldn’t impact the outside.

"Cyan Emperor! Help me smash the mirror space!"

Upon understanding the crucial point, Wang Zhifan promptly unsheathed his saber, directing the legendary blade radiating cyan jade luster toward the haunted house ahead, his aura surging up, accumulating more powerful force.

Having cultivated the legendary All Space-Time Eternal Freedom Profound Chapter, Wang Zhifan had been researching Space Law recently. Although the results were modest, his understanding of Space Law was unparalleled among ordinary players, forming the foundation of his confidence to break mirror space.

The Cyan Emperor Saber was the key to achieving this, with its inherent "nothingness can also be severed" characteristic, powerful enough to shatter even artificial abstract concepts; a mere space was no challenge.

Moreover, mirror space differed from true Law Space in having a real carrier, not entirely conceptual space, making it easier to thoroughly defeat.

Thus, after a few breaths, Wang Zhifan gathered all his strength and unleashed a formidable slash, slicing the air with the Cyan Emperor Saber, creating an unprecedented strike from his perspective.

This strike encapsulated all his understanding of Space Law and the bond he had developed with the Cyan Emperor Saber, slicing with pinpoint precision toward the entirety of the mirror space, guided by his Dream Me Avatar within the mirror space.

The unpretentious yet brilliant saber light then pierced through the air, entering the void ahead, seemingly striking into an Alternate Space.

Then Wang Zhifan heard a sound resembling mirror shattering echoing from the haunted house ahead, followed closely by the ghostly woman’s piercing scream, laden with fury and venom.

Lastly, he saw the spectral mansion he occupied began to expand infinitely outward, surrounded by countless red-clad ghostly women appearing out of thin air, encircling him fiercely with a scene akin to a demonic siege.

"The BOSS is entering phase two? No longer playing with mirror space but turning to illusion and avatar siege? I fear neither, let’s see who outdoes whom!"

Enveloped in the infinitely expanding ghost mansion, surrounded by numerous terrifying red-clad ghostly women, Wang Zhifan, instead, felt he had entered his comfort zone, his Spirit noticeably invigorated.

The reason was simple; his recently attained Lv8 Great Dream Saber Scripture excelled in illusion and avatar domains, resembling the methods present in this BOSS’s second phase.

He immediately activated his power, creating hundreds and thousands of Dream Me Avatars, rallying them around himself to form a spectacular army of avatars, engaging in fierce combat with the red-clad ghostly women.

Throughout the process, his real body refrained from wielding the saber personally, relying entirely on controlling a multitude of avatars to confront the red-clad ghostly women, emphasizing equally balanced tactics.

However, his actions were not merely out of arrogance; he understood the ghostly woman’s true self hadn’t revealed itself, currently both sides were merely testing each other’s strengths, not showing too much personal power.

Sure enough, as numerous avatars intercepted and annihilated the countless red-clad ghostly women, the illusion world began to tremble and gradually collapse, returning Wang Zhifan to the original haunted mansion.

By this time, the mansion’s master’s two major techniques had been dismantled by him; leaving only the main body untouched, while the bald zombie and the pair of ghosts perished in the previous skirmish.

Wang Zhifan, holding the unsheathed Cyan Emperor Saber, without hesitation kicked open the door, stepping into the house now devoid of most strange powers, encountering the red-clad ghostly woman seated at the shattered dressing table.

Presently, the ghostly woman’s aura was no longer as formidable as initially, having exhausted some in prior battles, not to mention the ghostly woman faced away from the door, her sinister terrifying face visible through the mirror fragments of the shattered dressing table.

"What’s wrong? Are you angry? Don’t worry, soon you won’t feel that anymore!"

Sensing the ghostly woman’s intense resentment towards him, Wang Zhifan initially taunted it, then suddenly struck with his saber, aiming to instantly kill this powerful ghostly woman.

Yet the ghostly woman didn’t choose to sit idly; she first vanished into thin air to dodge Wang Zhifan’s terrifyingly powerful strike, following which the entire haunted mansion rumbled and ascended rapidly towards the sky.

Wang Zhifan extended his senses to probe, astonishingly discovering a monstrous ghostly woman, as gigantic as a mountain, emerging from underground.

She extended her hands, directly raising the shattered ghost mansion, with Wang Zhifan standing within it, akin to being trapped in a tiny cage.