Holy shit!
This actually gave him a sense of dread?!
Just who was the old man inside the coffin?!
Could it be that the old man was not dead? Or had he been pretending all along, waiting for Chen Mo to open the coffin so he could launch a sneak attack?
At that thought, Chen Mo's expression immediately darkened.
Especially after feeling that dread, he became somewhat hesitant.
His strength had already achieved the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. In this world, he could be considered extremely powerful. There were probably only a handful of people stronger than him. Of course, Bian Xiu was one of them.
But as long as he did not provoke Bian Xiu or appear before him, he would be safe.
Yet this place had actually made him feel dread.
That meant there was also a Master here, someone at least stronger than him—perhaps another Bian Xiu.
What the hell? Why were so many old monsters hidden on this planet, and why were they all so powerful?
If this became public knowledge, how were Ordinary People supposed to survive?
Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense swept over the old man in the coffin again and again, trying to determine whether this fellow was really pretending, perhaps even preparing to launch a sneak attack against him.
He also wanted to find the source of that sudden dread. Maybe he could uncover it.
Hidden danger was true danger. Once danger was exposed, it became far less threatening. At the very least, he would know where it was, what it was, and whether he could evade it or retreat in time.
Unfortunately, even after sweeping the coffin several times with his Spiritual Sense, the old man inside remained exactly as before, without the slightest change.
"Could this fellow really