"What a pity. Despite inviting the Xuanling Patriarch out, you all still could not kill me." Li Chenfeng snickered at the Xuanling Sect masses.
At that instant, a lonely figure on the back of the divine beast slowly turned into dust.
He sealed his final breath and stored himself in a gold coffin… all to benefit the descendants of Xuanling Sect. He had long predicted that Xuanling Sect would face a calamity in the future.
He initially thought that there would perhaps be a day when the descendants of Xuanling Sect would wake him up, and he would not hesitate to use his final breath to protect Xuanling Sect.
In the coffin today, he heard someone calling him.
He heard the Xuanling descendants that he had never forgotten about inviting him out of the coffin…
However…
The elderly looked down at Xuanling Sect with reluctance…
"Everyone…" There was a trace of regret on his face. "Sorry…"
Boom!
