The black-gold ancient knife emerged from its sheath, and seven coffins began to sway.
Duan Yun could clearly sense an aura seeping out from the coffins, flowing towards the blade of Wei Wuxing's knife.
This aura was quite peculiar, clearly the death energy of the deceased, yet it contained a strong vitality.
"Your path to survival will be cut by me!"
As Wei Wuxing's icy voice rang out, the air in the entire tomb chamber began to flow strangely.
Duan Yun's expression became solemn because his body instinctively sensed the crisis.
"Kill!"
The next instant, Wei Wuxing charged with the black-gold ancient knife, extremely fast!
Wei Wuxing's speed was already swift enough, but within a short time, he managed to achieve an even more terrifying speed.
The air echoed with piercing sonic booms, as Wei Wuxing's shadow merged into a single streak due to the speed.
