Looking at the group of black silhouettes carrying a coffin, Ye Lan furrowed her brows tightly. The other disciples were the same; they couldn't discern the aura of the other party, which made their hearts sink.
The newcomers were indeed the Nine Nether Thirteen Evil. Underneath the night sky, they were like thirteen ghostly shadows, so terrifying.
"We are disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Supreme Sect. What do you intend to do?"
A male disciple shouted in a deep voice. In the Taicang Dynasty, as disciples of the Supreme Sect, they still had some confidence.
Upon hearing this, the Nine Nether Thirteen Evil were unmoved. Seeing them continually approaching, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had to retreat.
"Alright, don't scare them. Let them leave quickly."
A weak voice came from inside the coffin.
Zhen Qin widened her eyes and couldn't help but shout: "Senior Brother Su?"
Su Han?
