Jian Wushuang had reached the top.
At the peak of Coffin Mountain, there was a black coffin made of mysterious patterns. It was locked by four chains and was floating in the air.
"I'm waiting for you!"
Thunderous roars reverberated in Jian Wushuang's mind.
The Tarot Divine Sword hanging on Jian Wushuang's waist kept buzzing and shaking violently.
If it was not for the fact that Jian Wushuang had complete control over the Tarot Divine Sword, it would have already shot out and rushed into the coffin.
At that moment, even though Jian Wushuang had yet to open the coffin, he already knew who was in it.
And only he could cause the Tarot Divine Sword to shake!
However, did he not die in the hands of the Devouring Emperor? Why would the corpse be here?
Jian Wushuang frowned and his eyes flickered.
