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Chapter 652

Chapter 652

He knew that his life was no longer his own. Whatever Guardian Michael asked him to do, he had to obey. Otherwise, he would be worse than dead.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Patrick Jefferson and a hundred disciples arrived in front of the stone coffin. They saw corpses everywhere on the ground, their blood forming tiny streams. A strong smell of blood hit them in the face. Even though the members of the Ghost Sect were accustomed to life and death, they couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle at the gruesome scene.

Patrick Jefferson took a deep breath and carefully led his people forward. One step, two steps, three steps... Slowly, they approached the stone coffin. The tomb was eerily quiet, and everything seemed normal. Meanwhile, Guardian Michael was also tense. If there were more traps, if Patrick Jefferson and his people were to die, he didn't know what terrible price would have to be paid to open the stone coffin.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and Patrick Jefferson and his people reached the coffin safely. He gestured to Guardian Michael, signaling that all was well. Relieved, Guardian Michael thought that at least the cannon fodder had some use. He nodded to Patrick Jefferson, who gritted his teeth and said, "Open the stone coffin!"

At his command, the hundred disciples began to work on opening the coffin. Patrick Jefferson stepped back a few paces. Although he had joined the Ghost Sect, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death.

With the combined efforts of the Ghost Sect disciples, the stone coffin was slowly moved. Swish! Swish! Swish! All eyes were fixed on it unwaveringly. "Master..." Chris tugged at Peter Jefferson's sleeve. Peter Jefferson chuckled, understanding Chris's concerns, and said, "Don't worry, if our ancestor's resting place were so easy to open, it would be an insult to our ancestor!” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Hearing this, Chris felt relieved. True, Peter Jefferson was unreliable, but this was still his ancestor. He wouldn't let Patrick Jefferson and the others destroy his ancestor's body so easily. Crack! Crack! At this moment, the coffin lid began to vibrate. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment the coffin would open. The moment the stone coffin opened, and the Dragon Emblem appeared, a great battle would ensue.

Bang! Finally, Patrick Jefferson and his people opened the stone coffin. With a loud noise, the entire coffin lid crashed to the ground. "Charge!" "Hurry, grab the Dragon Emblem fragment!" "Whoever gets the Dragon Emblem, I'll reward them with a billion!" The people from the Middleton Alliance moved.

Zen shouted, "Quick! Find the Dragon Emblem!" "Charge! Protect Patrick Jefferson!" "Ghost Sect disciples, attack!" The Ghost Sect moved as well. Guardian Michael's murderous intent was evident. At this moment, Zen stood in front of Guardian Michael and sneered, "Guardian Michael, your opponent is me?" "Zen, you're courting death!" Seeing Zen dare to stand in his way, Guardian Michael's face turned livid.

All this time, he had never taken Zen seriously. Now that Zen dared to block him with his injured body, it was simply courting death! In the blink of an eye, everyone was ready for battle except for Chris, who remained motionless. Just as the battle was about to begin, a thick, green smoke rose from the stone coffin.

This green smoke was extremely strange. In just a few seconds, it enveloped over a hundred Ghost Sect disciples. In an instant, screams filled the air. "Ah, my face!" "It hurts, it hurts so much!" "Save me! Help!" The green smoke carried a strong corrosive effect, leaving the Ghost Sect disciples in agony.

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