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After a while, the outside of the coffin fell into a deathly silence again. Luo Rong Guo's screams had long been drowned out by the clattering sounds of the Eye-Eating Bat.

The inside of the coffin was pitch black, but I could feel the cold body of the Yin Corpse beneath me, as though it was sleeping in an ice cellar. The Yin Corpse's cold energy continuously entered my body