"My God, a hand just reached out from the coffin!" Xu Yuanyuan exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand.
"No good, could that be the Northern Desolate King…" Li Hu's face turned ugly.
The Ghost Doctor snorted coldly, "Hmph, trouble really follows one after another!"
Bang!
From within the red iron coffin, a tall middle-aged man emerged. He was dressed in black armor, his face etched with ferocious lines, and his abdomen bore a terrifying wound that had gone right through his back. Ants and leeches crawled all over the wound; it was exceedingly gruesome.
Whoosh!
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, "Fresh air, truly delightful!"
Seeing this, the great elder of the Northern Desolate faction was ecstatic and knelt down, "Greetings, my lord!"
"Greetings, my lord!"
All members of the Northern Desolate faction fell to their knees one after another.
"Who, who is he?"