The cultivator who had appeared was short and emaciated, his face withered and gaunt. At first glance, he looked just like a zombie.
The moment Qin Fengming saw the cultivator appear before him, a surge of fear rose in his heart. With a flash of his figure, he stood atop the towering divine hall.
What puzzled him greatly was that the cultivator lying inside the coffin had not moved in the slightest.
The opening of the inner coffin's lid just now had merely been caused by the coffin's own restrictions interacting with one another. It had not been done by the cultivator inside.
"Huh? This cultivator lying inside the coffin seems to have truly become a corpse. There isn't the slightest trace of soul aura left on him." Locking onto the cultivator's body with his divine sense, Qin Fengming slightly furrowed his brows and murmured softly.
This cultivator's face was shriveled and withered, his entire body thin and gaunt, without even the slightest hint of flesh.
What slightly eased Qin Fengming's mind was that under the lock of his immense divine sense, there was not the faintest trace of vitality. This unquestionably showed that the cultivator's body had already become a corpse.
Qin Fengming had always been cautious. Although he could be certain that this cultivator had died, he still wore a solemn expression and pondered briefly. Then, with a wave of his hand, a claw appeared and seized the corpse, pulling it out of the coffin.
What made Qin Fengming's heart turn cold was that the Soul Devouring Claw he had summoned caught hold of the corpse as though it had grabbed an extremely tough piece of wood. It could not damage the body in the slightest.
He snorted coldly through his nose. A scarlet sword blade flashed into