The moment the palm stretched out, a chilling aura filled the space.
The temperature in the cavern dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.
The hand was withered like deadwood, crisscrossed with bruised, bluish veins. Its five long fingers were like an eagle's talons.
The fingernails were as black as ink, and a nauseating stench emanated from it.
After extending, the hand immediately gripped the edge of the coffin.
A Deceitful, with a body like withered wood, sat up in the coffin.
As the Deceitful sat up, its bulging eyes began to glow with a faint green light.
An immense pressure, like a crashing mountain, descended from above, making it hard for the many Jianghu People to breathe.
Just then, the two Deceitful Objects bound by chains fell into the coffin.
The humanoid Deceitful took the Peach Wood Sword and the Bell in its hands.
The coffin began to erupt in green flames. As the light flared, the entire coffin instantly turned to ash.
