Immediately after, with a soft click, the coffin lid slowly opened a tiny crack. A bizarre voice, sharp enough to make one's scalp tingle and every hair stand on end, came from within in a hoarse, intermittent rasp: "Meat... minced meat... eat... trade..."
Lin Yi raised an eyebrow, a trace of puzzlement surfacing in his heart.
What kind of minced meat did it want? Ordinary flesh and blood, or fragments of an Emperor Realm cultivator's body?
At that moment, he desperately wanted to see through the crack and discern the situation inside the coffin. Yet no matter what method he used, there was only a void of Chaos beyond that slit, as though it connected to another space. He could not see anything concrete.
"Please wait..."
Hearing the strange voice from within the coffin, Lin Yi's mind raced.
There was no way it wanted ordinary flesh and blood. After all, a being capable of sleeping for tens of millions of years would never care for common food.
He suddenly recalled the minced flesh from Old Mo's Indestructible Body that had been shattered during their fierce battle. Perhaps that was the key.
Could it be that shattering Old Mo's Indestructible Body was what awakened this Transforming Corpse? It was excavated from the Dark Continent. Perhaps, like Emperor Evil, it enjoys feeding on the flesh of Indestructible Bodies.
With that thought, Lin Yi stopped hesitating. He raised a hand and drew out a mass of mixed minced flesh that had been suppressed within the Chaos Profound Bell.
Old Mo and Ling Yu's bodies had long since been shattered and mixed together. Even Lin Yi could not tell whose flesh this mass belonged to.
With a flick of his finger, he precisely tossed the minced flesh through the gap in the coffin lid