The situation was even worse: his soul had been baptized by Yin Thunder, torn asunder, becoming fragmented and scattered in disarray.
At this time, he found it difficult to concentrate.
"This body is no longer of any use,"
The Yin Corpse elder lifted his hand, reaching towards the dark clouds behind him, and pulled them aside.
Whoosh!
The dark clouds rolled back!
A black coffin burst forth from the clouds.
The Yin Corpse elder casually flipped open the coffin lid, then raised his hand and violently struck his own crown.
Bang!
His crown exploded on impact!
The Yin Corpse elder collapsed beside the coffin.
But in the next moment, a delicate jade hand reached out from the black coffin.
Fang Zhixing looked up, and his eyebrows raised involuntarily.
He saw a young and beautiful woman rise up, with a delicate face and an hourglass figure, dressed in a bright red bridal gown, as if she were a bride about to be married.
