"It's over, it's completely over this time."
Jin Hong's face turned ashen. Unable to break the barrier with the Divine Coffin and with the Spirit Body of the Martial Emperor dissipating, he could think of no means to fend off the eleven Martial Emperors. This time, they were truly going to die.
Chu Xin patted Jin Hong's thigh, comforting him, "Aunt Uncle, don't be afraid, they can't break the Divine Coffin. We can still hold on for a while using the Divine Coffin. Perhaps my brother will have succeeded in refining it soon."
"Let's hope so."
Jin Hong nodded blankly, holding no expectations whatsoever in his heart.
"We better get moving, to prevent delays causing issues."
Long Yukuang said in a deep voice.
"Alright!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
To kill these two troublemakers, they had paid a huge price. But fortunately, it was all about to end.
The eleven Martial Emperors manipulated their Emperor's Artifacts, launching various powerful attacks at the Divine Coffin.
