Hearing that chilling voice, Ye Han and the Immortal-Thief Outsider exchanged a glance, then both turned toward one particular spot among the restriction formations surrounding the many Water Spirit Coffins.
Behind seven or eight Water Spirit Coffins, a formation's spirit-light runes swirled, forming a murky gray light barrier around the Water Spirit Coffin within.
This Water Spirit Coffin was one of the few whose formation still had a fully intact aura, without any leaking out.
The formations around the other Water Spirit Coffins flickered in and out of sight. Clearly, many of their occupants were already on the verge of death.
In fact, among all these Water Spirit Coffins, virtually none of those left exposed could still contain living cultivators. Only those protected by formations still had cultivators inside.
Ye Han and the Immortal-Thief Outsider had heard it perfectly clearly. The voice mocking them had unmistakably come from within this formation.
The language itself was rather strange. It was neither the language of the Earth Realm nor that of the Demon Race, yet both Ye Han and the Immortal-Thief Outsider could understand it...
What exactly did this fellow mean? What did he mean by fools who overestimated themselves?
The foreign-race cultivator who had spoken seemed unconcerned that Ye Han and the Immortal-Thief Outsider had discovered him. He continued, "Oh my, it's not often I come out for a breath of fresh air, and here come some newcomers. Fellow Daoists, there's still room beside me. Why don't we become neighbors? Set your Water Spirit Coffins down first."
At those words, the Immortal-Thief Outsider was the first to lose his temper. He said coldly, "Fellow Daoist! Not everyone is as unlucky as you, stuck waiting to die in a Water Spirit Coffin."
The Immortal-Thief Outsider had a poor temper. He only reined