The bronze coffin exudes an ancient, terrifying aura that makes one's heart tremble. The more it does, the more it captivates Ye Qingfeng. Here, there might be a rare Heaven and Earth Treasure.
The surrounding trees are withered, and higher up, they are increasingly broken; faintly, a true eerie wind sweeps by.
This place is exceedingly strange, powerful and terrifying. With the strength of an Earth Martial Artist, not to mention building here, even intruding is impossible.
Even the mountain's eerie wind is enough to make an ordinary Martial Artist's liver and gall split with fear!
Ye Qingfeng steps forward, the pressure growing stronger, as if confronting a supreme power that demands reverence.
"Hmph, I once was the Supreme Immortal Venerable. A mere bronze coffin cannot possibly suppress me!"
Ye Qingfeng's gaze is incomparably cold as an immense aura erupts, a soul-deep pressure.
His soul is heavily injured, incapable of attacking actively, yet it can defend passively.
