Uncle Wei's expression hardened. He turned his head, a powerful aura erupting from his entire body, and pressed both hands firmly against the coffin lid.
"Get back in!"
"It's not time for you to come out yet!"
Yet that hand, identical to his own, remained wedged there. Inside the pitch-black coffin, a pair of eyes gazed out.
Boom!
An invisible force field erupted, its crushing pressure unimaginable. The battles between several Great Grandmasters stalled for an instant as they looked over in alarm.
Jiang Chen's feet sank, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
Only by bracing himself desperately against the Yin God Hammer did he barely manage to stay upright.
Even so, his calves trembled uncontrollably. Every blood vessel in his body felt ready to burst. Under this pressure, he could barely move at all.
"I said..."
Uncle Wei's voice held boundless suppressed fury, like muffled thunder.
"Get back in!!"
He pressed down with all his might, his formidable strength distorting the air and secretly alarming the surrounding Great Grandmasters and Fierce Souls.
He truly deserved his former reputation as the strongest beneath the Thrones, acknowledged throughout the world.
Wei Wudi!
"Creak... creak..."
The pressure deformed the hand slightly.
Yet it still clung firmly there, and the eyes inside the coffin seemed to reveal a trace of contempt.
Uncle Wei's expression darkened almost imperceptibly.
The drawback of carrying the coffin out of Jiangbei was now showing itself.
He had expended too much energy and was struggling to suppress the evil corpse again. This made the next step difficult to carry out. His breakthrough might be declared a failure before it had even officially begun.
Just then, another unexpected change occurred.
An eerie red glow suddenly appeared on the distant horizon. Blood-red color stained the clouds, and a hazy female