Lin Beichen knew in his heart that there was a gap in strength between him and the opponent. He said these words more to bolster his own courage. In fact, he wasn't confident and didn't know if he could really defeat them.
At that moment, those few people started to shout strangely, muttering and chanting incomprehensible spells. This gave Lin Beichen a headache; he hated such sly plots.
"What the heck are you guys up to? If you're going to fight, then fight. Don't be wishy-washy, and don't use some sinister trickery to deal with me. If you have what it takes, face me one-on-one!" Lin Beichen shouted impatiently.
However, those people completely ignored him and continued their muttering.
Suddenly, Lin Beichen sensed something unusual. He turned around sharply to see that in the dark corner, the lids of a dozen coffins were opening slowly.
