The three of them saw the coffin and retreated several steps in unison, each taking out a Talisman Artifact. Du the Third took out an iron hammer with sixteen Restriction layers. The Zheng-surnamed cultivator had three Flying Daggers with eighteen Restriction layers, while the Fei-surnamed cultivator had a long sword with twenty-one Restriction layers.
The Zheng- and Fei-surnamed cultivators merely used their long sword and Flying Daggers to protect themselves, but Du the Third brought his hammer down with all his might.
With a bang, the iron hammer was flung back, and at the same time, the coffin shattered. A Black-Clad Man leaped out.
Yan Chihuo peered over discreetly. The man was shrouded in dense black qi, almost like a mass of black mist. Just one glance made Yan Chihuo feel an indescribable sense of eerie evil.
The Black-Clad Man rasped, "Du Jie, you really can't bear to let me die. You even brought people with you."
Du Jie said bitterly, "As if you didn't want my life, either! You even planted a Mysterious Yin Spirit-Devouring Talisman in me."
The Zheng-surnamed cultivator suddenly said, "They say the final moments of transforming into a Mysterious Yin Body are when one most fears being disturbed. Senior Brother Le's cultivation hasn't weakened; if anything, it seems to have improved. Looks like you were on your guard against Du the Third long ago."
The Black-Clad Man said, "One can never be too wary of others. I'm naturally well aware of that basic wisdom. As for 'Senior Brother Le,' don't call me that again. In my current state, how could our sect possibly accept me? Didn't you come here to take advantage of my misfortune? Did you ever consider our ties as fellow disciples?"
The Zheng-surnamed cultivator chuckled. "Regardless, you were one of the best