Within the Demon Tribe.
Countless members of the Demon Race were besieging a man.
That man was dragging a Profound Iron Coffin with one hand, smashing it around wildly, while throwing punches with the other, hammering down on any Demon he caught, displaying exceptional brutality.
This man was none other than Lin Mo.
At this moment, Lin Mo was far more ferocious than ever before.
In his eyes, there was nothing but the intent to kill and to fight.
His attacks were ruthless to the extreme, all offense and no defense, like a madman.
If one were to always attack with no thought for defense, that would normally be ineffective, as one could simply overwhelm Lin Mo by sheer numbers.
However, Lin Mo also had the Burial Sky Coffin with him.
Everywhere Lin Mo went, if he encountered a member of the Demon Race, he would kill them.
After the Demons died, their souls and spirits would be absorbed by the Burial Sky Coffin.
The Coffin would occasionally feed back to Lin Mo.
