"Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa!"
Jostar had just taken a necklace from the corpse when he suddenly felt a hand gripping his throat.
Terrified, Jostar quickly jolted his body and broke that hand with a slap.
Wang Longhu looked at the corpse; it was the one who grabbed Jostar's throat.
Compared to when he took the golden scepter from its hand earlier, the corpse's eyes were now open, slowly sitting up from the glass coffin.
Its jaw kept clattering, seemingly speaking something.
As Jostar broke the hand bone, a powerful surge of spiritual telekinesis erupted from the corpse's mind.
It sent Jostar flying away.
"A Spiritual Mind Master?" Wang Longhu was surprised.
Who could have imagined that this corpse would still have a lingering consciousness and was a Spiritual Mind Master?
It seems the presence of spiritual telekinesis dates back a long, long time.
The corpse's jaw clattered, as if searching for something, finally fixing its gaze on Wang Longhu.
