The short man’s eyes were filled with a bewildered expression as he glanced around, yet still failed to find Sirius’s corpse. Just as he was scrutinizing everywhere, the coffin resonated with a series of violent rumbling sounds, and a horrifying moan slowly echoed from within.
Upon hearing the sound, the short man’s eyes imdiately showed a shocked expression, and he began to search around.
"Who is it?"
A voice filled with horror ca from the short man’s mouth, and before he could react, he was sucked into the coffin.
Seeing this, Ding Fan’s eyes showed a cold expression, as a violent surge of air burst from his body.
His eyes flashed sharply, and a slight smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, as a torrent of violent air exploded from his palm, crashing onto the coffin, emitting a terrifying aura from within.
Following this terrifying surge of air bursting forth, the coffin suddenly echoed with a series of shrill screams, and painful moans transmitted from within.
Witnessing this, everyone’s eyes showed a shocked expression, focusing intently on Ding Fan’s body.
"Brother Ding, what on earth is happening? Has the kid who just entered the coffin already been controlled by you?"
"Exactly, Brother Ding, why are such shrill screams emanating from the coffin?"
Hearing everyone’s words, the corner of Ding Fan’s mouth ford an amused arc, and he slowly spoke to them:
"Indeed, the kid has been trapped within the coffin by , now suffering the purgatory within..."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, everyone’s eyes showed a shocked expression, questioning him with bewildernt:
"Brother Ding, isn’t there the legacy of Sirius within this coffin, such benefits? How did you make him endure the purgatory’s agony?"
"Could it be that, Brother Ding, you’ve completely controlled this coffin?"
Around him, their eyes all filled with a startled expression, concentrating completely on Ding Fan’s body, questioning him with curiosity.
Upon hearing their words, Ding Fan’s eyes flashed with sharp light, and he spoke calmly to everyone.
"Yes, the coffin has been completely controlled by . In fact, there is no corpse of Sirius within it; it’s all my fabrications!"
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, everyone’s eyes showed a stunned expression, and they exclaid at him in shock:
"Sirius’s corpse isn’t here?! How is this possible! Brother Ding, if the corpse isn’t in the coffin, how could the formation we just cast control those Silver Armored Warriors?"
"Exactly, Brother Ding, besides here, there is no other place to house Sirius’s corpse!"
Upon hearing everyone’s words, the corner of Ding Fan’s mouth ford a slight arc, speaking to them:
"Because the coffin’s location is indeed the focal point of controlling the twelve Silver Armored Warriors. Once the coffin’s formation is stabilized, naturally the twelve warriors will follow you..."
"As for Sirius’s corpse, it cannot exist here. Soone like Sirius has long rged with the world, I think his presence lingers in every corner here..."
Upon hearing Ding Fan’s words, everyone’s eyes showed a shocked expression, their eyes focusing on Ding Fan’s body, exclaiming in utter shock.
"Sirius’s body has rged into every corner here? This... this is simply astonishing; what kind of realm is this?"
"This ans it’s impossible to find Sirius’s body, and we can’t acquire his legacy either..."
Upon hearing their words, Ding Fan’s eyes flashed sharply, and after a pause, he spoke calmly to them:
"No, we might not find Sirius, but he could co to us..."
Upon hearing this, their eyes widened, all focusing on Ding Fan’s body, uttering shocked voices.
"Let him find us? How could this be? Sirius has been dead for so long, how could he possibly co to us!?"
"Exactly, it’s simply unbelievable, letting Sirius find us is nothing short of a joke!"
Upon hearing their words, Ding Fan’s eyes flashed with a glint, a slight arc forming at his mouth, and he stopped speaking.
As Ding Fan conversed with the others, the eyes of the short man trapped in the coffin were filled with terror. In front of him stood two hooded, scythe-wielding mysterious figures, emitting a murderous aura.
On the short man’s body, ghastly wounds began to appear, and those mysterious figures had cold glints in their eyes.
With terror-filled eyes, the short man slightly trembled. A quivering voice slowly erged from his lips.
"What monsters are hidden within this coffin; why are such strange and formidably mysterious figures appearing, and yet, not a trace of Sirius’s corpse in all this ti?"
In his heart of doubt, the two scythe-wielding mysterious figures swung their weapons at him, releasing an icy murderous aura.
Seeing this, the short man’s eyes brimd with panic, his body darted about the confined space of the coffin, unable to elude the terrifying scythes aid at him.
Panicked at the terrifying scythes, he grasped a longsword, charging towards the mysterious figures with fierce Sword Qi.
As he rushed forward, the mysterious figures’ cold scythes bore down upon him, emitting a terrifying aura.
Witnessing this, his eyes filled with panic, raised his longsword defensively, exerting great power from his arms.
But as the scythes struck his sword-arm, the short man felt an overwhelming force pressing down, unbearable for him.
The scythe tips deeply pierced his body, his mouth released painful moans.
Blood continuously flowed from his body, an icy killing intent directly assaulted him, crawling fearfully into his heart.
Feeling this, despair appeared in his eyes, regretful words slowly erged from his lips.
"I hate it! Why am I so greedy, forsaking Brother Ding’s kindness for profit, looks like I will die here; it truly is karma!"
As his words erged, Ding Fan’s deanor imdiately showed sharpness, emitting violent air from his body.
Ding Fan slightly shivered, an uncanny aura burst from him, causing the mysterious figures to vanish, allowing the short man to finally relax and collapse to the ground.
Seeing Ding Fan’s actions, everyone’s eyes showed astonishnt, focusing intensely on Ding Fan’s body.
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