"Boom!"
The moment Beitiao Qian Naizi was carried in front of the sarcophagus.
The huge lid crashed to the ground, revealing a withered yet strong body.
Strong refers to his body, over two meters tall, towering like a wall.
Withered, because his body was covered in various holes, as if his flesh had sprouted from his bones but hadn't covered everything.
Especially his face, only black muscles with no skin; his eyes, unshielded by eyelids, resembled a demon from the Nine Netherworld Hell, terrifying and unforgettable to anyone he glanced at.
"Don't... let me go... let me go..."
Beitiao Qian Naizi, the one captured, also felt that suffocating oppression at this moment.
She struggled to break free, but was caught by a powerful suction, and the next second, Drought had her neck tightly in his grasp, his powerful hand immobilizing her completely.
"You are not my Drought Mistress!"
