As Zhou Qing's claws gripped the edge of the coffin and began to exert force.
The coffin, which had been completely still, started to move slowly, emitting a dull, grinding sound.
"Much easier than last time!" Zhou Qing's face lit up with joy. He clenched his teeth and continued to apply more force.
The gap in the coffin gradually widened, releasing an eerie and ancient aura from within.
In a few moments, an opening as thick as an arm finally appeared before his eyes.
For the first time in so long, he successfully opened the coffin with his own strength.
Zhou Qing couldn't hold back any longer and burst into hearty laughter.
He then leaned in and peered inside, seeing only pitch darkness, punctuated by faint, eerie glimmers.
From the darkness on the other side of the Blood River, a Corpse Wax Crow stepped forth.
But Zhou Qing didn't jump in. Instead, he decisively turned and ran toward the ancient tree behind the coffin.
