The door opened.
The gap widened inch by inch, like a ghostly eye slowly opening.
"Go!"
Yang Yong's heart sank, and a bone-chilling cold crept up his spine.
He understood better than anyone-they could not delay any longer.
If they delayed any longer, that huge thing inside the coffin would come out.
The Eerie hid inside the coffin, yet its faint aura of murderous menace alone left everyone present breathless, their scalps tingling and every hair standing on end.
Just imagining it breaking out of the coffin brought them to the brink of a mental breakdown.
If it really crawled out, it could probably kill a person with a single slap.
Whether Transcendents or ordinary people, no one present would survive.
They would all become a puddle of sludge, a wisp of lingering soul in this Ancient House.
Yang Yong swept his gaze around, abruptly fixed it on Mang Dabiao, and shouted sharply:
"Dabiao! Get over here!"
Hu Xian'er was using Mang Dabiao as a whip, leaving the entire snake dizzy and disoriented.
Yang Yong formed a hand seal and abruptly activated the mark already on Mang Dabiao's head!
Hum-
The Origin Blood of a Yaoguai who had cultivated for over ten thousand years, forcibly sealed within Mang Dabiao, surged out through the mark, poured madly into Yang Yong's body, then rushed straight into the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace!
This was the Origin Power of a ten-thousand-year-old Yaoguai!
With this infusion of utterly pure origin essence, a thunderous rumbling suddenly erupted inside the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace.
Its forging speed soared, flames shot skyward from the furnace, and faint signs appeared that a supreme treasure was nearing completion!
In an instant, the situation became a race with their lives at stake.
Would the ancient door open completely first, allowing everyone to escape