"Xiao Liu!"
"What is that?"
"Watch out!"
A sudden change occurred.
A pitch-black monstrous hand reached out from within the coffin, breaking through the wooden boards, piercing the chest, crushing the heart—all happening so fast that no one had time to react.
Even as Xiao Liu fell to the ground, there were people still looking bewildered.
The next instant.
"Bang!"
The coffin, weighing a thousand pounds, exploded, the heavy lid spinning through the air, carrying with it a whistling wind as it smashed down towards Fang Zheng.
The solid wood coffin lid, weighing hundreds of pounds, could easily flatten a car.
Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed, Qi and Blood surged, instinctively swung his saber upwards, the tip trembling slightly, borrowing strength to move forward at the moment of contact with the coffin lid.
A gentle touch!
The tip of the saber seemed to have a small contact area, but it managed to deflect the direction of the coffin lid's attack.
"Woo..."
