The mirror covered with runes fell to the ground.

"What sound?"

Yue Jin frowned.

But before he could do anything, the bronze coffin suddenly shook violently, and a dull sound came.

"Damn? What the hell is this?"

Lin Yiming glared, hurriedly clamped the gun in his hand and pointed it at the bronze coffin.

The sudden scene made everyone who had already worn a gas mask nervous and their breathing became heavier.

Including Zhao Kehan ​​and Liu Zong, although both of them are masters of the transformation of spirits, no one has ever seen this scene.

For the two of them, it would be better to let them face the strong men at the late stage of Huajin or even the peak of the late stage. After all, it is visible and touchable. What the hell is this in front of them?

At this time, the white mist was still approaching, and it had already enveloped Tang Luo and the others.
Chapter completed!