"Ugh!"
A chilling wind blew, and as Sun Yan struck with his palm, the strange creature shattered instantly.
But it wasn't over yet; the object Sun Yan crushed reassembled in the blink of an eye.
It transformed into something that was neither human nor non-human.
Surrounded by a dark mist, with crimson eyes, it realized it wasn't a match for Sun Yan and immediately fled toward the passage.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the depths of the corridor.
"What was that thing?" Sun Yan muttered, frowning.
Since inheriting the graveyard, he had encountered countless Evil Ghosts and Evil Spirits, even Evil Gods and Unholy Guardian Spirits from outer realms countless times.
But he had never seen anything like this.
Neither human nor ghost, neither spirit nor shade.
"That's a Nian."
The voice of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao echoed in Sun Yan's ear.
As an avatar of the True Monarch, he knew far more than Sun Yan.
