C90 Wangyi

In the middle of the mausoleum, on top of a tall tower.

With injuries all over his body, Li Yanrong and the others stared with incomparable fury at a youth not far from them who was slowly walking towards the sarcophagus at the center of the tower.

The youth looked to be about 14 or 15 years old, and there was a hint of immaturity in the corners of his eyes, but his face was ashen