The blood-red coffin sat erect in the air with Ning Mo’s corpse standing within it. A sinisterly strange aura spread, causing the faces of Tang Xiaoyan and Jin Zhang to change.

Creak!

A bizarre noise sounded from Ning Mo’s corpse at this moment, before it began to move. With slow and rigid steps, it slowly walked out of the blood coffin.

His eyes were ash-white and contained no trace of life. However, an extremely chilling and hair-raising undulation spread from inside ...