After the Drowned Ghost appeared, it struggled violently. Its ugly, bloated body kept swelling, its water-bloated, whitish skin stretched into semi-transparency and actually began to slowly burst open its binding long hair. However, even so, it merely provided Yanhe Tian with a brief moment to catch his breath. The hair, like a cage, still enveloped the now several times larger Drowned Ghost and Yanhe Tian, who was protected behind it.
"Good treasure, I will surely kill you and use your precious artifact to commemorate the life of my unborn son!" Yanhe Tian attempted several times to break through the hair's strangling grasp but failed.
The scene was at a stalemate. If this dragged on, Yang Xiao wasn't sure who would end up having the upper hand, but he wasn't planning to wait. With a thought, the Soul-Capturing Mirror in his pocket activated, and Yang Xiao instantly disappeared from the spot.