The living beings that were fiercely entwined with Zhuge Lang, at this moment, scattered and flew away as if fleeing for their lives. The walking beasts on the ground also cowered there, trembling all over, just like docile kittens, not even daring to lift their heads!
"The Dragon Head...is rising?" Inside that dilapidated bronze chariot, Zhuge Lang's face revealed an utterly astonished expression. His lips twitched violently. Taking advantage of the instant when all the beings had retreated, he went crazy and flew towards it. This time, no creature tried to stop him.
Chu Mo' hand had just barely touched the lid of the stone coffin when it suddenly moved on its own, revealing a crack!
Immeasurable light burst out from the stone coffin.
An enormous suction force immediately drew Chu Mo in whole.
Then...
Creak!
The lid of the stone coffin closed by itself.
