In that instant, Gu Jianlin drew the blood-red ghost knife, his right hand gripping the sword scabbard tightly.
"Be careful, something's happening."
He stepped back half a step and said in a low voice, "The thing inside the coffin is about to wake up!"
In truth, the warning was redundant, as the black stone coffin was already trembling. The eight iron chains binding the coffin were frantically shaking and snapping apart, while the lid was covered with terrifying, jagged cracks.
"Aunt Zijin, hurry up!"
Su Youzhu was just about to activate the evolutionary state of the Candle Dragon Clan but had second thoughts since they were within the Heavenly Person Realm. Instead, she abandoned the idea, pulling out the Demon Extermination Sword from her back and holding it in front of her.
