Shi Feng, trembling with a seemingly severely damaged body, grabbed the pale coffin, seemingly struggling to stand up from the White Bone Altar.
Looking up, "Heh!" Shi Feng flashed a cold smile at the white-haired middle-aged man above.
At this moment, his face was covered with bright red blood, masking his delicate features, and when he smiled, it was eerie, like a bloodthirsty demon.
The white-haired middle-aged man floating in mid-air watched with a sudden change of expression as the bloody figure rose from the White Bone Altar and stabilized itself—shocked!
No mistake, originally a Nine-star Demigod, his face showed an expression of shock.
At this time, Shi Feng's eyes were fixed on the white figure in mid-air as he spoke: "If I'm not mistaken, that was your full-force strike just now, wasn't it? Right now, you're almost at your wit's end, aren't you? Heh heh!"
