The atmosphere in the hall was oppressive. The mummy held a black greatsword, with a faint red light emanating from its eyes.
Everyone present could clearly feel the immense power contained within the mummy. No one dared approach, but at this moment, the exit was blocked by this mummy, causing everyone to break into a cold sweat, with an extremely uneasy feeling churning in their hearts.
Everyone held their breath tightly, watching every move of the mummy.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the mummy's limbs made "squeaking" noises, twisting grotesquely. After all, the flesh no longer existed, with only a trace of spiritual energy remaining, extremely unstable.
Yet even with just this remnant of spiritual energy, no one dared to act rashly.
The people present naturally understood the dangerous level of this mummy; otherwise, the spiritual treasure before them would not remain untouched.
