Ye Fei looked deeply at the coffin in front of him, reached out to grab the stone cap, and placed it firmly back on top, then led everyone hastily toward the entrance of the ancient tomb.
"Who's there!"
"Stop right there!"
"Yuan Yi!"
Wang Bao and the others, upon seeing the figure flash by, let out a loud shout.
Han Hongyue looked at the fleeting figure and exclaimed in surprise.
In the moment everyone was dumbstruck, Yuan Yi, with a fierce expression, pounced toward the group.
"Roar..."
Accompanied by a deep, growling roar, Yuan Yi charged at the group like a madwoman.
However, Ye Fei, watching Yuan Yi charge toward him, said with a stern expression, "She's been possessed!"
"The real Yuan Yi is already dead!"
As he spoke, Ye Fei let out a roar of anger and drew the Dragon Spring Sword to strike at the charging Yuan Yi.
"Seeking death!"
Splurch!
The Dragon Spring Sword, as if slicing through tofu, directly severed Yuan Yi's outstretched hands.
