"Hehehe..."
A chilling laughter that makes one's hair stand on end echoed, as if countless vengeful spirits were hovering around the blood-red coffin.
"Ugh..."
Suddenly, a hysterical voice of pain came from within the coffin, causing Phoenix and Asura to be taken aback—it was unmistakably the voice of Ye Chenfeng.
Inside, Ye Chenfeng struggled in agony. Though he couldn't see anything, he felt as if countless insects were gnawing at his flesh, almost devouring him entirely.
"Hold on, Phoenix!" Asura stopped Phoenix from taking action, signaling her to wait and see.
The blood-red light of the coffin intensified, and Ye Chenfeng's screams grew louder.
Aquino and the six monks chanted incantations at an increasing speed, as if everything was reaching its climax.
"Bang!"
The massive blood-red coffin suddenly moved, and then everything fell silent.
The blood-colored coffin absorbed all the blood that covered it, and the channels vanished.
