At this moment, I was also filled with shock. The situation before me clearly showed that this Yellow River Corpse King was undoubtedly a terrifying existence on the level of a Ghost King.
An existence like this could sweep through an entire city single-handedly. It was practically a natural disaster.
We had no idea whether encountering him this time would be a blessing or a curse.
Chapter 893: Facing Desperate Straits
I kept walking up the stairs, taking one step after another. I had no idea how much time passed before I slowly reached the top of White Bone Mountain. There was a pitch-black coffin here.
The coffin was ink-black, with red writing on it.
I did not dare look at it for long. I merely bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Yellow River Corpse King."
The black coffin remained silent, so I lowered my head and repeated myself.
There was still no sound from inside. I said, "Yellow River Corpse King, we don't know each other. Why make things difficult for us? Why not let us leave?"
There was no response. Complete silence.
At this moment, I grew a little impatient. My gaze hardened, and I stared gloomily at the coffin as I shouted, "Enough! Aren't you just a mere Corpse King? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me? You must be tired of living!"
I let out a roar, and the Demon Blade Muramasa was already in my hand.
Old Zhao, who had been watching from afar, paled and immediately shouted, "We're doomed! Why is this guy being so insolent?"
Who would have thought that a hoarse voice would ring out from inside the black coffin? "As expected of Liang Fan. You certainly have a temper."
"If I still possessed the Six Paths Power, the heavens