The blood of Ye Chenfeng's entire body quickly concentrated towards the palms of his hands, continuously flowing out through the wounds on his palms, as if a great suction force was drawing the blood out of his entire body.
The blood flowing from his palms rapidly seeped into the golden coffin, enveloping the entire golden coffin in a bizarre red hue, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.
"Good, very good, you are the last ingredient I need. With you, I, Skyhawk, will soon see the light of day again."
"Boy, I will remember you, and being remembered by me is also an honor for you. Just cooperate with me obediently!"
Skyhawk's sinister voice echoed continuously in the air.
