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"Cut the crap. No matter how evil something is, how can it be faster than the 77 Styles in our hands?" Ji En waved his hand and pointed to the tallest and tallest person in the group. He also said to Ali, his most loyal fighter, "You, you open the coffin."    

    

"Everyone disperse."    

    

Ali's expression was as cold as ever. He took the shovel from his accomplice and stuck it on the coffin.    

    

Including Ji En. Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath, surrounding the black crystal coffin, their eyes tightly staring at Ali's movements.    

    

Countless guns were pointed at the coffin, as if they would shoot at the same time if something jumped out from inside.    

    

Creak creak creak sounds came from the point of contact between the shovel and the coffin. Under Ji En's urging, the Black Crystal Holy Coffin finally opened slowly. Ali threw away the shovel and pushed the coffin away.    

    

A rumbling sound was heard. The coffin was pushed to the ground and a bone-chilling cold air assaulted their senses, causing everyone to shiver.    

    

The temperature of the surroundings seemed to drop by more than ten degrees, the light in the flashlight suddenly dimmed, causing the surroundings to become even darker.    

    

Ali stood dumbly by the side of the coffin, his head lowered. He stared at the inside of the coffin, but he did not know what he was looking at.    

    

Ji En swallowed his saliva and urged, "Ali, what did you see?"    

    

Ali remained motionless. Ji En urged a few more times and impatiently rushed forward with his men.    

    

As soon as he reached the coffin, he gasped. There was a person inside the coffin. However, it was not the shriveled up corpse that he had imagined. It was a pale-skinned youth with a slim figure.    

    

The youth gave off a feeling as if he was still alive.    

    

The next moment, the young man in the coffin had already opened his eyes.    

    

"He's alive!"    

    

"Zombies!" It's a zombie! "    

    

The men around him jerked their guns up and backed away, and Nick instinctively backed away, watching as the young man in the coffin sat up.    

    

Nick said in haste: "Wait!"    

    

However, he already said it was too late. The moment the young man sat up, more than ten guns opened fire at the same time. Dense metal tornadoes enveloped the young man and the coffin beneath him. However, all the bullets stopped in front of the young man and after pausing for a moment, they all reflected back.    

    

The young man then turned around and struck out with his palm, creating a 180 degree distortion in the air. A man who wanted to shoot out flames immediately turned into a lump of meat paste.    

    

Miserable screams echoed in the vicinity. Nick looked at the young man in the coffin and shouted, "Don't use a gun!"    

    

Looking at the young man's confused eyes and weird movements, Nick shouted again, "He probably hasn't fully awakened yet. He is only retaliating due to the sense of hostility."    

    

After a few more people had died, the coffin became quiet once more.    

    

It was just as Nick had said. After everyone stopped their attacks, the young man in the coffin stopped too. His head was tilted, and he seemed to be in a trance.    

    

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh. Everyone gasped continuously from their mouths. Just when they were extremely nervous, a slight tremor suddenly came from underneath their feet.    

    

"This is?" Nick looked at the back of the man's head in disbelief as he saw countless black flames darting toward the back of his head from the void.    

    

At the same time, the entire tomb began to shake crazily. The strange phenomenon in the sky, the whirlpool on the sea surface, the lightning and ice, all the wonders that went against the laws of nature, all disappeared. All the energy that dispersed returned to the youth's body.    

    

As for his willpower, it was like his soul had returned to his body, his thoughts gradually coming back to life.    

    

Everyone stared blankly at the horrifying scene in front of them.    

    

The youth who was originally sitting in the coffin flew up into the air. As he flew in mid-air, countless black flames condensed in mid-air and drilled through his body like spiritual snakes. His body felt like it was inflating, as the black flames filled up his body. He was getting more and more full and stronger.    

    

As if he couldn't bear the pressure, a burly man roared and pulled the trigger. However, the bullets struck the youth's body, no, it was more accurate to say that it hit the youth's true essence breath, as if it had hit an alloy steel board. There was no reaction at all.    

    

On the other hand, the youth's eyes slightly moved. The big fellow's body was already being pulled by the five streams of true essence. Its four limbs and head were torn apart, turning it into a pile of fragmented corpses.    

    

This massacre was just like a prelude to one. In just a few short minutes, one fighter after another could not withstand the terrifying aura emanating from the youth and instinctively fired at him. Some of them directly fainted on the ground, while some of them fell to the ground in fright and did not move.    

    

This was like a rabbit encountering a tiger, a chick encountering an eagle, or even not aiming for attack. Just by standing near the youth, they were affected by fear, stun, and dizziness.    

    

A few minutes later, the black flames in the air slowly disappeared, leaving behind a faint layer of black flames covering the youth's body. He was like an ancient demonic god, quietly floating in the air.    

    

His gaze swept across the entire coffin, turning him into either an idiot, fainting from fear, or dead. The only person who could maintain his sanity, it seemed, was Nick. Even so, he was already half-squatting on the floor, his face covered in cold sweat, his body twitching from time to time.    

    

Looking at this scene, the youth tilted his head. After pondering for a moment, he seemed to have understood something. The black flames on his body retracted and the terrifying pressure had completely disappeared.    

    

"Who are you? Why did you appear here? " The young man said this with Hua Country.    

    

"I'm from Eagle Gilly. My name is Nick. I'm a scholar." Fortunately, Nick had learned some simple Hua Country languages before he was able to communicate with the young man.    

    

He looked as if he had experienced an unprecedented life-and-death battle. He looked dispiritedly at the youth and said, "Sir, we have no intention of disturbing your slumber. In order to save my life, I am willing to pay any price for our offense."    

    

In the next few minutes, Nick explained the current situation, as well as some simple world forms.    

    

A hint of confusion flashed in the youth's eyes. "Has it been so long?"    

    

"Ugh …" "This lord." Nick asked carefully, "I haven't asked for your name yet."    

    

"Name huh …" The young man lowered his head, a strange light flashing across his eyes. "My name... It's called Zhou Yi. "