"You little brat, you sure have a big life, to actually escape from there!"
The Black Stone Coffin streaked through the air and in an instant arrived before Carson Flores. A withered old woman sat up from the Black Stone Coffin, looking as lifeless as the corpses seen within the black fog.
There was a colossal wound on her chest, the kind that nearly split her body in two, but strangely, not a drop of blood flowed from the wound. The ghastly pale cut appeared extremely unsettling.
Her gaze fell upon Lilianna Norman, speaking in a chilling laughter, "I did not expect that those ancient beings would still exist in this world in such a manner. They almost trapped me inside, but fortunately, I had left a spiritual imprint on this little girl. Following the spiritual imprint, I escaped…"
Carson Flores was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected that the old Demon witch could escape, and it was all because he carried Lilianna Norman out. She followed and escaped as well.
