Retreating the Enemy with a Finger

"What's that? A tower! I've never seen it before! As expected of a peerless Heaven's Favourite. His luck is monstrous, enough for him to have a rare treasure to protect himself. His foundation is not something that common people can compare to. It's not that easy to kill a peerless Heaven's Favourite."

The High Priest muttered to itself.

A peerless Heaven's Favourite had the attitude of suppressing the heroes. Every one of them had shocking luck and naturally had extraordinary encounters. It was expected that they had a treasure to protect themselves.

"You want to hide in the coffin and avoid the detection of the heavenly Dao? Today, I'll make sure you can't hide anymore. Come out!"

With a flash of light in his hand, a pitch-black Grim Reaper's Fishing Rod silently appeared in his hand. He held the fishing rod and threw it into the bronze coffin.

Instantly, the fishing hook turned into a stream of light and flew into the bronze coffin.