"Have you gone mad, you undying old fool?"
Han Wei looked up to the sky, howling in frustration, as Shi Feng appeared not far away, carrying a coffin.
Then, Shi Feng spoke again, shouting at Han Wei, "Old dog, that was just the beginning!"
The powerful aura emanating from the coffin made Shi Feng uncomfortable as well. So at this moment, Shi Feng had already closed the coffin lid again.
Anyway, now that this treasured coffin was in his hands, whenever he wanted to deal with this old dog, he could simply burst open the coffin lid.
After Shi Feng arrived, though his form appeared, he didn't stop and continued to rush towards Han Wei like a storm.
Seeing Shi Feng chasing after him, especially seeing the snow-colored coffin carried on Shi Feng's shoulder, the once peerless Han Wei, like a mouse seeing a cat, immediately flickered and instantly teleported backward, fleeing.
"Old dog, where are you running?" Seeing Han Wei run again, Shi Feng let out another cold shout towards him.
