Upon hearing everyoneâs words, a hint of seriousness appeared in Ding Fanâs eyes. He said to everyone:
"Donât celebrate too early. My method can only delay the Skeleton Sect for a bit..."
After hearing Ding Fanâs words, a serious look flashed in everyoneâs eyes. Thinking about the terror of the Red-robed Man, they couldnât help feeling worried, and hastily said to Ding Fan:
"Brother Ding, what should we do now?"
"Thatâs right, Brother Ding. The power of the Skeleton Sect is simply too overwhelming; we cannot possibly be their opponents!"
Upon hearing everyoneâs words, Ding Fanâs eyes were filled with seriousness. He said to everyone:
"The only way now is to get the Sirius legacy before they do; otherwise, we canât possibly defeat the Skeleton Sect!"
After hearing Ding Fanâs words, a realization dawned in everyoneâs eyes, and they nodded at Ding Fan.
Just as Ding Fan had mended the crack on the Ancient Tomb, the Red-robed Man rushed to the top of the tomb, smashing his Heart-Eating Fang into it fiercely.
A force erupted from the Ancient Tomb, actually blocking the Red-robed Manâs attack. No matter how much power he used, the crack did not reopen.
No matter how terrifying the power that burst from the Red-robed Manâs body, the Ancient Tomb remained unmoved, and the previous crack did not reopen.
In the Red-robed Manâs eyes, anger poured out, and he couldnât quell the fire in his heart. Coldly, he muttered to himself:
"Well, I never thought Iâd be outwitted one day..."
Upon hearing the Red-robed Manâs voice, the eyes of the Skeleton Sect members filled with fear. No one dared to speak, fearing that the Red-robed Man would vent his anger on them. For a moment, the Skeleton Sect fell into silence.
A sinister look flashed across the Red-robed Manâs face. An icy voice came from his mouth as he roared:
"Form an array! I want to see how long they can hide. The Sirius legacy is mine!"
Upon hearing the Red-robed Manâs voice, the eyes of the Skeleton Sect members filled with fear. No one dared to resist. Trembling slightly, a dense aura of death emerged from their bodies.
While the Skeleton Sect formed an array, Ding Fan led Xia Ling and the others toward the Ancient Tomb. Their faces were filled with wonder, as everyone was full of anticipation for the Sirius legacy.
Looking at the desolate buildings around, Ding Fan saw bizarre murals carved into the tomb walls, each emitting an eerie aura.
A serious expression appeared on Ding Fanâs face as he carefully proceeded forward.
As Ding Fan and the others moved forward, a sinister sharpness shot from the eyes of a short, ugly-looking man in their group. He glanced around, an evil smile on his lips.
"I never expected to enter the Sirius Tomb so easily. If I can obtain the Sirius legacy, Iâll have a place in the Divine Realm!"
The short manâs eyes gleamed as a secretive aura surged from his body.
Of course, Ding Fan didnât notice this, as his focus was on what lay ahead. Before them stood an enormous coffin, carved with silver-grey dragons, surrounded by statues of twelve Silver Armored Warriors. The dust on the statuesâ surfaces showed their age.
Upon seeing the twelve Silver Armored Warriors, Ding Fanâs pupils contracted sharply, and he muttered softly.
Always by Ding Fanâs side, Zhuge Qing asked upon seeing Ding Fanâs reaction:
"Brother Ding, did you find something?"
After hearing Zhuge Qingâs words, Ding Fanâs eyes flickered. After pondering briefly, he said to Zhuge Qing:
"These Silver Armored Warriors seem peculiar..."
Upon hearing Ding Fanâs words, a look of surprise emerged in Zhuge Qingâs eyes. He said to Ding Fan:
"Peculiar? Why donât I feel anything?"
After hearing Zhuge Qingâs words, Ding Fanâs brows furrowed slightly. He said to Zhuge Qing:
"Brother Zhuge, donât you sense a unique presence from these Silver Armored Warriors?"
After hearing Ding Fanâs words, Zhuge Qing looked toward the Silver Armored Warriors and shook his head at Ding Fan.
After seeing Zhuge Qingâs response, Ding Fan glanced at the Silver Armored Warriors and said to Zhuge Qing, "Perhaps I was mistaken..."
After hearing Ding Fanâs words, Zhuge Qingâs eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of contemplation, his gaze shifted elsewhere.
Upon seeing the enormous coffin, everyoneâs eyes filled with delight. Their voices, full of astonishment, came out:
"Could it be that this holds the legendary body of Sirius? Such an enormous coffin, only Sirius could be worthy of resting here!"
"The coffin is surrounded by twelve Silver Armored Warriors for protection. It seems Sirius feared grave robbers in life, and even in death, he placed twelve Silver Armored Warriors to guard his coffin..."
Upon hearing these words, Ding Fanâs eyes filled with surprise, and he said:
"Sirius had unfinished business in life? How did you know that?"
Upon hearing Ding Fanâs words, a look of surprise emerged in everyoneâs eyes. They said to Ding Fan:
"Brother Ding, the coffin is carved with Nine Dragons Holding Pearls, surrounded by twelve Silver Armored Warriors. Although not true samurai, this setup clearly shows the coffinâs owner had great grievances and reluctance in life!"
While listening to everyoneâs words, a chill appeared in Ding Fanâs eyes as a violent wave of energy burst from his body.
Looking at the enormous coffin, everyoneâs eyes filled with curiosity. Glancing at each other, they approached the coffin.
As Ding Fan watched everyone move forward, his eyes flickered, and after a slight hesitation, he remained still.
Standing by Zhuge Qing, seeing Ding Fanâs reaction, Zhuge Qing contemplated for a moment and said to Ding Fan:
"Brother Ding, arenât you afraid someone among them will get the Sirius legacy? We should also look inside the coffin to see its contents."
Upon hearing Zhuge Qingâs words, Ding Fan said:
"The Sirius coffin isnât so simple... just wait and see!"
After hearing Ding Fanâs words, Zhuge Qing squinted, slightly doubtful of Ding Fanâs words but stayed by Ding Fan without moving.
Just as Ding Fan finished speaking, everyone approached the enormous coffin. As they passed the twelve Silver Armored Warriors, a discreet light flickered in the warriorsâ eyes.
In Ding Fanâs eyes, shock emerged. Sensing something amiss, he shouted to everyone:
"Come back! Itâs dangerous!"
Those near the coffin, upon hearing Ding Fanâs warning, exchanged surprised glances and said dismissively:
"Brother Ding, youâre too sensitive. Thereâs not a soul here; there canât be any danger!"