Seeing that most of the day's time has been spent, Ye Haochuan's heart grew increasingly anxious.
No matter how anxious he was, that small coffin showed no signs of moving, remaining incredibly hard and stubborn. No matter what methods he tried, he couldn't open it even a bit.
Damn it, if I can't open you, I'll practice you!
Ye Haochuan bit his teeth and stomped his foot, squeezing out a drop of Essential Blood from his fingers and dripping it onto the coffin.
Woo~
Upon meeting the fresh blood, the small coffin suddenly let out a pleasant tremor.
Ye Haochuan was secretly pleased, thinking there was hope, and quickly planted his Spirit of Blood.
Yet in the next second, he felt his sense towards the Essential Blood growing weaker, and it completely disappeared in just a moment.
"What's going on?" Ye Haochuan wondered and squeezed out another drop of Essential Blood.
Unsurprisingly, this drop of Essential Blood also lost contact with Ye Haochuan after a moment.
