"Boom!"
The Masked Man shattered, transforming into a burst of flames that burned to ash and dispersed on its own.
The Child was slightly taken aback; this opponent was so simple.
The Child began using its vertical pupils to observe the surroundings, seeing the countless shadows behind the "Emerald," seeing the coffin, and seeing the pair of hands on the coffin...
The Child's expression turned serious: What exactly is this place?
Five shadowy figures slipped into the base of the green stone cone.
Above the coffin, the interlaced fingers of the hands crossed again.
Li Zhiyuan opened his lowered eyes again as Zhao Yi touched his fingertips, ready for a new lesson.
As the fingers released, with a "snap," another white cocoon fell to the ground.
From inside, a new Masked Man stood up, and this time, the colors on the mask were richer, even resembling Lin Shuyou by about seventy or eighty percent.
The next scene made the White Crane Child's vertical pupils narrow.
