Inside the Immortal Suppressing Coffin.
Caoda sat alone in the corner, gazing out at the pitch-black canopy of the sky. From time to time, one or two indescribable, colossal entities would raise their heads and roll their eyes to glance at him. Terrified, Caoda's face turned pale, and he hurriedly shrank his neck back into the corner.
Damn it.
Damn Ling Chen!
Why the Immortal Suppressing Coffin? How could it possibly be the Immortal Suppressing Coffin?!
Hadn't this thing vanished long ago? How could it appear in this realm, and moreover—moreover, why had it fallen into the hands of that bastard Ling Chen?
Chapter 131