Special Choice
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"According to the undead council, the hierarchy in the underworld was strict. Thus, the coffins on the outskirts belonged to masters of lower ranks, and their strength was relatively weaker. They decided to start with those!"
As he spoke, Fang Heng leaped backward quickly, arriving at a dilapidated coffin on the outermost edge of the grand hall.
This coffin was far more worn than those in the center of the hall.
Fang Heng exchanged a glance with Tan Shuo, and they both reached out to press on the coffin, straining to lift it.
"Crack!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Fang Heng's pupils constricted.
There it was!
The moment the coffin opened, a stream of black mist surged out from within!
A shadow quickly coalesced above the coffin.
The black mist rapidly formed into a humanoid shape!
Fang Heng and the others immediately assumed a defensive stance.