Chương 404: Netherworld’s Soil

At that moment, Fang Yanying fully concentrated on defeating the ninja-like white-robed monk. A series of crackling sounds could be heard coming from the copper coffin. From the coffin itself came countless melodious sounds of the Buddha mixed with the sound of the magical sword. The entire coffin turned pitch black, resembling the color of thick black ink as if it came from a dark and void universe.

A faint divine aura radiated from the coffin and melded into Shen Lian's body. He had finally freed the divine aura from the copper coffin. At the same time, he also felt intense pain from his burnt flesh, which made his mind reel.

But the pain and suffering could not hide the satisfaction of ridding the forces of evil and having a clear mind.

Taking in the surroundings, the void was riddled with sword marks that kept increasing in numbers.