The bonfire had already weakened, but that corpse seemed to have grown stronger; its stiff limbs began to try to move, the mud at the joints falling to the ground, making a crackling sound mixed with some stones.
Go to hell!
With a wave of his right hand, Ye Tian directed his Sword Qi, shredding everything in its path; the poor ancient corpse that had just crawled out from underground was thus diagonally cleaved from head to toe into two halves.
Ye Tian didn't believe this bird was only interested in an ordinary stone. There must be some secret hidden. He walked over and tried pushing the stone, but the imagined mechanism did not appear; the stone remained a stone, the wall remained a wall, no door opened, nor did any national treasure appear.
"You little bird, you couldn't really just be playing with me, could you?"
