"Gone? It's over?"
Jiang Liu's eyes fixated on the ancient well, feeling a tremor within his heart.
Although he still had strength left in his body, he felt utterly exhausted; his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Female ghosts crawled out of the ancient well one after another—the previous one having died just a few seconds before, and immediately afterward, a new one would emerge. Jiang Liu had killed over a hundred such spirits, smashing each one directly with an Eighteenth Grade Lotus.
Naturally, because it was a long-range attack, Jiang Liu wasn't injured, but the mana consumption of the Eighteenth Grade Lotus was too great.
After all was said and done, Jiang Liu had consumed over a dozen Mana Potions just to hold on.
Ten seconds, half a minute, two minutes...
After killing over a hundred female ghosts, Jiang Liu stared intently at the ancient well for a full two minutes with no new ghosts emerging before he finally let out a sigh of relief.