Above the towering mountains, amidst the night fog, the Six Tusked White Elephant flapped its large ears, roaming beneath the sky, staring into the distance in shock: "Whose ancestral tomb just exploded?"
It had been wandering nearby, heard the massive commotion in this region and cautiously approached, watching the spectacle from across the hills, just in time to see a big tomb disintegrate.
If the Dragon Silkworms heard this, they would skin it alive.
"Hiss, Ten Thousand Dragons Roaring?" Longxiang's big ears went soft, nearly plummeting headfirst from the sky to the ground, frightening it so much that it flapped its ears furiously and vanished in the blink of an eye.
At the source of the dragon energy, the big tomb blew open.
The ancient coffin split into three parts, falling into ruins.
One must know that it was densely inscribed with patterns, protected by array patterns, yet it was still shattered.
The Old Silkworm was somewhat bewildered, what was going on?
