A powerful ice-type spiritual power spread out and froze the yin corpse that had been hitting the coffin into ice.
The demonic beast's roar stopped abruptly. Song qingxiao grabbed an iron chain that was holding the coffin and pulled it hard.
'Dang!'
The strength of her casual pull was no small matter, and she managed to pull out the iron chain that was inserted into the copper corpse's head.
Under the powerful rebound, the iron chain shot into the air like a root pulled out of a copper corpse, and the black iron coffin, which had lost the support of the iron chain, shook heavily.
The sound of ice breaking could be heard from the frozen Yin corpse.
The copper corpse on the top of the wall lost the support of the iron chain and its body swayed.
'SSSS SSSS-'
Its abdomen was bulging, and there seemed to be something crazily drilling and squeezing inside.
Song qingxiao's eyes narrowed. The first thing she thought of was the resurrection of the copper corpse.
