The three of them, thrown aside by the ice coffin's lid, landed in different places, their eyes fixed on it.
Five sharply defined skeletal fingers on either side gripped the ice coffin, trying to pull the body upright. A white skull soon appeared before them. Apart from that single coffin, all the others remained as quiet as ever, with nothing unusual happening.
"It came alive?"
"Yes." Holding her Water-Thunder Whip, Qian Wanyu suspected she had adjusted the formation a little too late. The black energy it gathered had already taken shape. Besides, with the formation arranged this way, the central coffin must have held someone important. "We have to kill it."
"Ming Hui, there are tiny wisps of black mist in this frost, too. Hold your breath!" As Little Lecher cried out, it severed several of its own vines. The reason was simple: it was about to become a frozen demon plant.
"Little Lecher, stop moving for now." Seeing another layer of frost coat its vines, Dongfang Minghui braced the Silk Umbrella against an ice coffin and darted over to it. "No wonder not a blade of grass grows here. I'd better carry you on my back later."
Little Lecher wilted. Now it knew that fire element Spirit Masters weren't the only hateful ones; ice element users were utterly loathsome, too.
After swallowing the potion, Little Lecher's condition improved somewhat. Before it could complain to its companion, the skeleton nimbly climbed out of its coffin. All the black patterns on its body had vanished, leaving bones like jade, looking remarkably smooth and lustrous.
"It's coming!"
Even persimmons were picked soft for squeezing.
Of the three, Little Lecher, which had lost its sealing, was the weakest. Now that it had become a sickly demon plant as well, it naturally became the