Qin Feng, to prevent any changes, hurriedly held Su Xiaowan in his arms and leaped down from the stone coffin.
The surrounding corpses let out a dark, oppressive howl, like a pack of wolves circling a lamb, just waiting for them to deliver themselves into their jaws.
Qin Feng regretted it for a while, cursing himself for not being able to resist showing off.
His Dantian hadn't fully recovered yet; he could barely refine a bit of True Qi and was utterly incapable of resisting so many corpses.
Moreover, the leader of the corpses earlier seemed to say something about this place being a magic cave. Seeing their bodies turned black and different from normal people, it might just be the legendary Demon Race.
The stone coffin was like a high-pressure pot, spewing black Qi for a full hour.
Soon, the intense noise slowly subsided. The black Qi seemed to have been fully expelled, and no sound remained.
