Yin Mountain Demon Lord
Editor: Atlas Studios
The rain lingered outside the window, and the main hall was quiet.
Suddenly, the coffin that the Falling Star Sect's junior sister was leaning on moved.
Noiselessly, as if someone inside the coffin was pushing, and unexpectedly, a small crack appeared in the coffin lid…
Following that, a skinny withered palm reached out from the crack.
His palm was blue-black, like a corpse that had been dried by the wind for a long time. His fingernails were long and curved, faintly emitting a cold blue light.
As his fingers spread out, he slowly grabbed towards the girl's neck.
The girl was still clueless. Her senior brother was only worried about living people, but he did not expect that the coffin behind him would also have a mystery. He did not even realize what was happening behind his back.
Just as the woman's throat was about to be grabbed by that palm…
A silver light suddenly lit up the void!