Intuition told Fang Cheng that the woman inside the Ice Coffin was far from ordinary.
At the same time, the more he studied the peerlessly beautiful woman in the Ice Coffin, the stronger an impulse grew deep within him—a desire to open the coffin, release her, and sample her charms.
The moment this impulse appeared, it began to spread through his heart like weeds.
He frowned slightly. With a faint tremor from the Creation Golden Talisman in his sea of consciousness, the strange feeling vanished.
He reached out, gripped a corner of the Ice Coffin's edge, and applied a bit of force. He was startled by its hardness.
The Ice Coffin didn't budge at all.
He applied more force, but still couldn't leave a single mark, let alone crush the corner.
He was inwardly shocked. His current physical strength was comparable to that of a Tier Two Fierce Beast or Demon Beast. He was confident he could even leave fingerprints on an ordinary Second-Order Magical Artifact.
