In the pitch-black, eerie mountain cave.
Jiang Shi's body silently arrived here, his gaze flickering with vigilance as he carefully surveyed the gigantic bronze coffin.
The aura on his body was restrained to the extreme, completely merging into the darkness.
After carefully examining for a moment.
Suddenly!
Jiang Shi extended his palm, grabbing the heavy bronze coffin lid, and began to slowly push it open, fully prepared to flee if anything went wrong.
As the coffin lid slowly opened, the heavy, deafening sound echoed through the pitch-black cave, producing a rumbling noise.
Inside the coffin.
A large, hideous corpse, all withered, gradually came into Jiang Shi's view.
The entire corpse was massive.
Withered all over, its surface was covered with numerous patches of spots, its head full of ashen withered hair, densely packed, covering most of its body.
Its eyelids were tightly closed, motionless, with no breath, seemingly no different from a real corpse.
