A punch suddenly fell.
The once pale and decayed face shattered in the hand, causing the coffin to vibrate violently, the surrounding ghost fires flickering uncertainly, and gusts of ghostly wind swept out from the coffin, directly striking Chen Yi's face.
The chanting of the White Lotus Sect suddenly changed tone. Everyone's necks twisted at a strange angle, all turning sharply to look at him.
The shattered face in the coffin rose stiffly against Chen Yi's fist, the Witch Priest Jade Robe fluttering in the wind, the lips under the fist splitting into a bizarre smile.
Chen Yi sent another punch forward.
This time, it felt as if he had kicked an iron plate, the face remained unfazed, a shock wave rippled between them, causing the bronze tripod to hum loudly.
The people of the White Lotus Sect opened their mouths, more sounds surged out of the black holes of their throats.
"Return soul!"
