"Get out of the coffin and face your death!"
Xiao Yi gazed intently at the ten ancient halls before him.
Each hall was almost identical in architecture, entirely pitch-black, and the inside of the dark gates was like a deep abyss, seemingly leading to an endless black hole.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
A series of rumbling booms echoed from within the ten halls.
Ten black coffins flew out from the Yanluo Hall, each with blood-red runes sprawled all over.
The runes were eerie and mysterious.
They were densely packed.
They made one's jaw ache and sent shivers down the spine.
Hiss, hiss!
Wisps of red smoke spewed from the coffins, extraordinarily strange, making one feel a chill down the spine.
Xiao Yi remained expressionless, his calm gaze without a ripple.
He had even dug up the graves of those at the Saint King Realm in the Eternal Heaven Tomb; why would he fear these ghastly beings?
