When the whimpers were heard, the temperature of the entire tomb seemed to have dropped by a large margin, turning cold.
Xu Bai put down the black blade in his hand. However, when he put it down, he had already lifted the blade slightly, sending the entire bronze coffin lid flying.
"The atmosphere is very lively."
A black shadow came out of the coffin and turned into an afterimage, pouncing toward Xu Bai. Its speed was so fast that it made people speechless. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of Xu Bai.
Xu Bai turned his black blade, Hundred Rend, and the fragments seemed to have turned into a long whip, lashing fiercely at the black shadow. The black shadow was attacked and flew backward. It rolled for a long time before it stopped.
At this time, Xu Bai also saw the appearance of the black shadow clearly.
It was no longer a skeleton, but the skin of a dried corpse. Wrapped around the bones, it looked like an absurd shelf.
