Inside the overturned Coffin of Death, there was no longer any movement.
Ye Chenfeng moved his palm away from the Coffin of Death, no longer infusing it with Spiritual Energy.
The black Death Qi Patterns covering his entire body showed no signs of fading. In his mind, Ye Chenfeng struggled to maintain his consciousness. The killing intent within him was rapidly increasing, and his eyes turned blood-red.
Fortunately, he retained his consciousness; otherwise, in his current state, he would undoubtedly attack Cheng Yuanmu and the others.
Forcibly restraining the surging killing intent in his heart, Ye Chenfeng clenched his hands into tight fists, breathing heavily.
He hammered his fists onto the Coffin of Death.
The coffin, now upright, returned to its original size without the constant infiltration of Spiritual Energy. Only a pool of Zhou Wufeng's blood remained on the ground.
