The golden phantom didn't pause for a moment, slashing its sword toward Feng Lin.
Feng Lin immediately raised his palm, and the black smoke from the Ashen Divine Gu formed a defensive shield.
Boom!
A gust of wind arose all around, followed by dazzling golden light.
Everything around was taken in at a glance.
This was a stone chamber.
In the very center, there was a bronze coffin.
Beyond that, there was only the golden phantom.
"This must be similar to a tomb guardian."
Feng Lin took the opportunity to use the White Emperor's Holy Sword.
Swish, swish!
Two dark red longswords passed through the phantom without inflicting any real damage.
"Hmph! Who are you trying to scare? I'm an atheist."
Feng Lin immediately dodged and landed on the distant copper coffin.
If it couldn't be touched, then it was very likely a formation.
Oracle Bone Script began to float around his body.
He dodged the opponent's attacks while feeling the carvings around him.
"Here!"
