Wherever the black mist went, frost marks appeared on the coffin that had lost its spirituality.
The 'person' stretched out a white hand and touched the frost mark that was forced out by the black mist.
The frost mark had lost the protection of its owner, but it still seemed to have a powerful attack.
The moment 'he' touched the frosty mist, the overbearing ice spiritual force quickly corroded the faint black gas that was wrapped around 'his' fingertips. When the two came into contact, a sizzling sound like that of a red-hot soldering iron coming into contact with cold water was heard.
'His' fingertips seemed to have been burned, and he let out a sharp, ear-piercing scream.
"Ah!"
The voice was strange. It was neither male nor female, but it also sounded like a combination of male and female voices, forming an extremely strange tone.
