Boom!
Taking advantage of the timing, Xiao Yuan launched a frenzied attack on the blood-colored coffin, intending to shatter it with his terrifying power.
"Young friend, I have a deal to discuss with you."
A clear yet authoritative middle-aged voice entered Chu Ming's ears like a thunderclap, causing him to be startled. He instinctively looked around, but the surrounding martial artists were all focused on the battle in the sky.
"No need to look for me, I am right in front of you!"
The clear middle-aged voice sounded again, this time with a hint of urgency.
Chu Ming's eyes fixed on the blood-colored coffin below. The corpse of the Evil Wind Emperor lay quietly within, but his eyes had already opened, staring directly at Chu Ming, causing Chu Ming's heart to race.
The person transmitting the voice was obviously the reviving Evil Wind Emperor.
"Why has the emperor approached me?"
After a brief silence, Chu Ming's lips moved slightly, transmitting his voice silently.
