The Snake Lord's punch didn't hold back at all. He had a feeling that if he let this dried corpse go, they would undoubtedly face enormous trouble.
But the result was far from ideal. Although this punch was enough to kill an A-grade peak expert, the dried corpse merely curled its lips and then slowly got up from the ground, without showing even the slightest sign of injury!
"How is this possible!" Everyone's hearts sank.
The dried corpse stood up, its eyes fixed on the Indian Snake King. The previous mockery disappeared, replaced by intense fury.
"Defiance... desecration... heretic of the Pharaoh... shall die!" A fragmented sentence came out of the dried corpse's mouth. Evidently, the Indian Snake King's attack had triggered its rage!
A hoarse roar echoed. Suddenly, loud rumbling noises ensued as two rows of black coffins began trembling. Quickly, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the lids of each coffin opened, revealing mummies wrapped in bandages climbing out!
