Inside the coffin lay not the corpse of a Great Emperor, nor the kind of transformed corpse Su Jie had imagined, but rather a segment of a finger, seemingly just a pinky, and only half of it at that.
This severed finger exuded an ancient, desolate aura. When Su Jie's gaze focused on it, he smelled a faint hint of blood. His mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his soul trembled violently, nearly losing its composure.
On the other side, Wei Yushuang was overwhelmed, her entire body instantly boiling with blood, almost on the verge of being torn apart by this force.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Su Jie appeared behind Wei Yushuang, grabbed her without a hint of gentleness, and hurled her into the distance, then positioned himself beside the coffin.
In that instant, Wei Yushuang's body was nearly on the brink of explosion. Had Su Jie's speed been a moment slower, she would have been crushed to death by this aura, completely annihilated.
