"Crack, crack, crack!"
It was the sound of the coffin. At this moment, the stone coffin was slowly opening and, under the influence of the eight grey-robed Elders, it had already stood upright!
The lid of the coffin opened, revealing a person in front of Ye Luo!
No, perhaps, one could no longer call it a person, for this was nothing but a dried corpse!
Suddenly, the corpse casually swung his hand, and immediately, several beams of light shot out from his hand!
These beams directly hit several disciples below, and in an instant, their bodies rapidly withered, soon turning into dried corpses, while the third Hall Master slowly regained his color.
A middle-aged man appeared in front of Ye Luo, his eyebrows exuding a surprisingly imposing air!
The third Hall Master waved his hand, and immediately, the eight Elders directly carried the coffin and retreated hundreds of meters.
