"It's over, it's over."
Inside the Divine Coffin, the cultivators from Thunder State, frightened and pale-faced with fear, said, "Two little ancestors, please let me go, I don't want to die."
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Chu Chen turned his head and glared at him then looked towards the projection, feeling the earth-shattering momentum of the Eight Martial Emperors. Worry flickered through his big round eyes as he asked in a low voice, "Sister, the attacks of those big baddies seem very fierce this time. Can the Divine Coffin hold up? Should we summon father's Spirit Body?"
Beneath her phoenix mask, Chu Xin's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she pondered.
She too could feel that this attack from the Eight Martial Emperors was entirely different from the previous ones. Although the Divine Coffin had strong defenses, they were ultimately influenced by the energy she channeled into it. Whether it could withstand this onslaught was uncertain in her heart.
"Summon him."
