Unfortunately, even full of discontent, it could only rage impotently at the tomb door. It hadn't even cultivated to the realm where it could break the seal and emerge before its murderous qi had been completely plundered. At best, it was now but a dried corpse, consigned to lie in its coffin, unable to stir up any trouble.
To be honest, collecting the sinister qi in the graveyard while a zombie battered and roared at the next door was rather a gloomy and terrifying scene.
However, Yuan Xuanbao and Chen Daotong were so used to the bizarre that they chatted nonchalantly, discussing what kind of miscellaneous goods they should bring back to Mo Zhu Mountain to sell for a good price next time. It was as if the creature furiously pounding on the door nearby was not some abnormally strong, iron-headed undead being, but rather a vicious dog tethered by a chain, barking powerlessly.
