Wham!

A fiery conflagration slammed into the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers, igniting and devouring the nine dead dragon lords and the pitch black coffin in an instant.

“It’s a layout as well!” Lu Yun’s face clouded over. From what he could tell, the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers had long since turned into a layout that could collect all things yin and evil beneath the skies. The corpses of the dragon lords had turned into dragons of extreme yin themselves.

What was buried in the coffin?

Who did that voice just now belong to?

The pillar of hellfire in the sky wavered in his moment of distraction and a giant bony arm probed out of the coffin, making a grab at...