At the critical moment, Jiang Feng summoned the spirit of the Golden Coffin to aid him.
The spirit of the Golden Coffin was, by nature, the artifact spirit of the Golden Coffin. Though it possessed the cultivation of the Heavenly God Realm, it was ultimately only a living being bound within an artifact.
Without sufficient reserves of divine power, even with Heavenly God Realm cultivation, the Coffin Spirit simply could not unleash formidable strength.
Although Jiang Feng's divine power could supply what the Golden Coffin required, that power was far too weak when measured against the Coffin Spirit.
Thus, Jiang Feng understood perfectly well that the Coffin Spirit would not be of much use against the Nether Devil Master!
Summoning the Coffin Spirit for help was merely a desperate measure born of having no other choice.
Yet, to Jiang Feng's considerable surprise, after the Coffin Spirit appeared, what it said not only made the Nether Devil Master deeply wary, but left even Jiang Feng himself feeling as though he were lost in the clouds and fog.
The Nether Devil Master was visibly taken aback upon hearing this. The Coffin Spirit's words had made him uneasy.
After all, Jiang Feng truly did carry karmic ties that he could not see through.
Logically, upon encountering a person like this, gods and devils alike would do their utmost to avoid them. If he were not urgently seeking to cultivate the Demonic Extreme Golden Body, he too would have avoided Jiang Feng.
After all, such people carried immense fortune hidden within them and were bound to the Heavenly Dao.
Now that the Coffin Spirit had appeared and spoken such words, the Nether Devil Master had no choice but to give the matter much more thought. It was only natural that he froze for a