"The coffin is real, but the person is fake. Taking this corpse back with you will be useless." Su Guanhai pinched two fingers together to form a sword finger, spirit light of Xuanhuang shimmering at the tip, firmly pressing it between his brow's spirit platform.
The gray evil script crawling across his skin constantly eroded towards his brow.
Because of the power in this finger, although barely holding onto the last line of defense, it appeared to be on the verge of collapse.
Unwilling to show weakness, Yin Dufeng formed a sword finger to point at his spirit platform, barely defending himself against the corrupting qi from the corpse evil.
His expression was extremely grim, glaring at Su Guanhai, "Normally, you call me a blockhead, fine, but you, with your brilliant mind and crafty schemes, can't see it's a trap?"
The eloquent Su Guanhai was silent at this moment.
Yin Dufeng's expression was complex.
