With a casual wave, Yun Che enveloped himself and Yun Ling Xue in dark divine power and entered the tombstone without the slightest effort.
The space inside was small, measuring roughly a thousand square meters by sight. A gray-robed man sat cross-legged in its center without any sign of life.
Countless treasures flickering with multicolored radiance floated around the man. Even the lowest-ranked among them were emperor level. There were also three divine items and one Spirit God Treasure, a sight that filled onlookers' eyes with greed.
"A Spirit God Treasure! It's mine." Breathing rapidly, Zhang Li charged out first.
"Hmph, are you still dreaming? Get out of my way." Zhang Li of the Demon Hall refused to back down. He summoned the demon he controlled and charged over even faster.
"If you want to die, I'll oblige you." The Coffin Bearer, Gu Changhai, could no longer remain calm either. He abruptly flung open the lid of the purple coffin on his back, unleashing a surge of sinister energy several times stronger than before.
A skeleton clad in battle armor slowly rose from the coffin, holding a rust-covered saber. Wisps of blood-colored mist actually curled around its blade.
The moment the skeleton appeared, it slashed at Zhang Li, who was closest. Wherever its saber light passed, ripples spread through space. It was clearly an attack at the Spirit God level.
"Fuck! That damned Coffin Bearer really is bizarre and troublesome!"
Zhang Li's expression changed drastically. In his haste, he could only muster all his divine power to defend himself, but the saber light still sent his blood and qi surging and forced him to retreat repeatedly.
Seeing this, Young Master Kongxu gently waved his folding fan. Several fan shadows imbued with spatial power silently shot out, but their targets were