Krack … Krack … Krack….
One after another, coffins quivered and their lids opened..
Zhong Yue quickly recalled the Golden Feathery Peng Sword. As the golden sword moved, the dark black coffins followed it into the air, rising up from the bottom of the ground while sounds of lids opening were continuously creaking in his ears. More and more coffins were opening!
These coffins followed behind the golden sword as if they had locked onto it.
After all, Feng Shouzhu wasn't as strong as the old headmaster. Even if he risked his life for it, he still couldn't completely wipe away the power of the forbidden land! Even more importantly, the devil souls in the coffins still had their prowess!
A dark breeze blew out from one of the coffins, the element of Yin was incredibly thick and strong while the dark breeze smelled like rotten meat; vaguely, Zhong Yue could see a pair of ghastly eyes opening in the darkness inside of the coffin.
