Feiyun stopped channeling energy into the coffin. Without its fuel, one chain returned to the coffin.

“Little Feiyun, I’ve underestimated you before.” The heretical king was fighting against the chain of the coffin using his spear. Sparks shot off from each collision.

He was moving towards the citadel while fighting; each step traveled through several hundred miles as if he was walking on top of a large map.

Feiyun recovered his expended energy and said: “Heretical King, you’re old now. It’s time for the new wave, this is your last day.”

“Haha! The new wave won’t include you. You have enough energy to fight again?”

“Of course!” Feiyun tossed the coffin towards the center so that it would help the monk.

He put on his...