"I only know some inferior magic techniques."
Cheng Er said indifferently, "Like 'Spirit Capturing and General Summoning,' like 'Drawing the Ground as Prison,' these talisman magic, divination techniques, and soul summoning skills that can't appear in elegant settings... naturally can't compare with the Great Killing Divine Power of the Heavenly Phoenix Palace. But there's one point I can be sure of."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Huang slightly furrowed her brows.
"Your excellency in the Yin God Realm is not truly invincible."
Cheng Er smiled slightly, stood up, and gently placed a hand on the pitch-black coffin.
With a snapping sound.
A massive amount of pitch-black Dao Intent, like a waterfall, spilled out in all directions...
As if something had completely unlocked the shackles.
Jiang Huang's expression grew serious, fixating on that black coffin with a heavy stare. For the first time, her Heart Lake showed signs of unease.
