Thump!
Thump, thump!!
A heartbeat like that of an ancient beast suddenly rang out. With every beat, ripples spread through the void.
Rotting Hand stared darkly at the ice coffin, then suddenly laughed.
"I've wanted to see what this old fellow can do for ages. I thought I'd never get the chance, but you've handed me one."
"Good, good, good! Just what I wanted!"
Despite his words, he did not wait for Du Jingzhe to awaken fully. He attacked at once!
With a sweep of his hand, a spectral skull shrouded in black mist hurtled toward the ice coffin like a meteor.
The attack contained terrifying rotting divine power, a perfect counter to someone as close to death as Du Jingzhe.
But the instant the black-mist skull struck the ice coffin-whoosh!
The skull vanished.
Without a trace, without the slightest fluctuation of power, it abruptly disappeared right before Rotting Hand's eyes.
"What!?" Rotting Hand's expression changed drastically.
His opponent had devoured his rotting divine power in a way he could not comprehend.
The devouring itself was not frightening. What frightened him was that not the slightest energy fluctuation had escaped throughout the process, as though... even the fluctuations that should have escaped had been devoured completely.
He raised his hand again. Black mist surged behind him, and nine hideous, illusory skulls appeared.
Crack!
An extremely faint, muffled sound of cracking ice rang through the chamber.
That tiny sound made Rotting Hand's heart tighten. He abandoned his attack and retreated to the edge of the chamber in an instant, staring warily at the ice coffin.
The heavy lid of the ice coffin slowly rose, hovering in midair.
A bone-chilling current of frigid air poured from the coffin. Ice formed across the floor at a visible pace, spreading to Rotting Hand's feet