The blood-red coffin sat erect in the air with Ning Mo’s corpse standing within it. A sinisterly strange aura spread, causing the faces of Tang Xiaoyan and Jin Zhang to change.

Creak!

A bizarre noise sounded from Ning Mo’s corpse at this moment, before it began to move. With slow and rigid steps, it slowly walked out of the blood coffin.

His eyes were ash-white and contained no trace of life. However, an extremely chilling and hair-raising undulation spread from inside his body.

Tang Xiaoyan gritted her teeth and icily said, “You… you’ve turned your fellow disciple’s corpse into a blood corpse?!”

Zhou Yuan frowned slightly, as a look of disgust flitted across his eyes. Fan Yao was truly unscrupulous. Ning Mo was a fellow disciple...