"Young one, a pleasure to meet you!"
Though the only eye remaining in the corpse was blood-red and horrifying, the gaze it cast upon Song Wen held not a trace of anger. Instead, it carried a hint of goodwill. An eerie smile also appeared on what remained of its face.
Song Wen was greatly alarmed. Yet, seeing that the other party did not attack at once, he did not immediately activate the Minor Teleportation Talisman. Afterimages flashed beneath his feet as he rapidly retreated, descending from the stone platform in the blink of an eye.
The five below had heard only the corpse's voice and had not seen it, but they all began gathering together. Some summoned their magic treasures, while others employed secret arts, poised to strike.
Just as Song Wen was about to retreat behind the five, there came a slap. A dry, blackened claw gripped the edge of the coffin.
Then, the corpse slowly floated up from within the coffin, its rotten robes stirring despite the absence of wind.
"Heh heh heh... No one has visited this immortal's tomb for tens of thousands of years. Who would have thought... that today, six living sacrifices would be delivered all at once, and all of them possess quite respectable cultivation."
Only half of the corpse's upper and lower jaws remained, opening and closing as it spoke. Its voice was shrill and grating, like a rusty blade scraping against bone.
The six of them all faced a formidable enemy.
Living sacrifices!
Did it intend to use them to heal its injuries, extend its lifespan, or restore its divine soul?
Song Wen deliberately circled around the five and moved behind them. His cultivation was comparatively weak and inconspicuous, making it the perfect place to lie low and let Jian Xiao and