"Fucking evil spirit! How dare you trick your Grandpa Tianshi!"
The biting corpse air was filled with thick blood foam and poured into his throat. The bones all over Ye Chen's body ached, as if they were being pricked by thousands of steel needles. He used his last bit of strength to tighten the Celestial Master Seal in his palm. The golden light flowing around the seal was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, eroded by the black mist of the Millennium Corpse Mother.
On the stone wall deep in the ancient tomb, the runes had been corroded beyond recognition by the corpse liquid. The seven-star array originally used to suppress the corpse mother completely collapsed. The surrounding Yin Qi was so thick that it could condense into substance, and every breath carried the stench of rotten flesh.
"Ye Chen, stop struggling." A charming and sinister voice came from behind the black mist, with undisguised greed, "This Heavenly Master Seal should not belong to a pedantic person like you. Hand it over obediently, and I can let you die more happily."
