C817 The Vengeful Spirit Did Not Dissipate

Before Chiang Jin's spiritual energy could even graze the golden sarcophagus, the lid swung open on its own.

A chilling white mist billowed out, and from within, a corpse that seemed almost alive stepped forth.

"What in the world is this abomination?!"

Chiang Jin could tell with certainty that the ashen-faced figure before him, marked with the mottling of decay, was unmistakably a dead man