Chapter 652


    Chapter 652


    He knew that his life was no longer his own. Whatever Guardian Michael asked him to do, he had to


    obey. Otherwise, he would be worse than dead.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Patrick Jefferson and a hundred disciples arrived in front of the stone coffin. They saw corpses


    everywhere on the ground, their blood forming tiny streams. A strong smell of blood hit them in the


    face. Even though the members of the Ghost Sect were ustomed to life and death, they couldn''t


    help but feel their scalps tingle at the gruesome scene.


    Patrick Jefferson took a deep breath and carefully led his people forward. One step, two steps, three


    steps... Slowly, they approached the stone coffin. The tomb was eerily quiet, and everything seemed


    normal. Meanwhile, Guardian Michael was also tense. If there were more traps, if Patrick Jefferson and


    his people were to die, he didn''t know what terrible price would have to be paid to open the stone


    coffin.


    Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and Patrick Jefferson and his people reached the coffin safely.


    He gestured to Guardian Michael, signaling that all was well. Relieved, Guardian Michael thought that


    at least the cannon fodder had some use. He nodded to Patrick Jefferson, who gritted his teeth and


    said, "Open the stone coffin!"


    At hismand, the hundred disciples began to work on opening the coffin. Patrick Jefferson stepped


    back a few paces. Although he had joined the Ghost Sect, it didn''t mean he wasn''t afraid of death.


    With thebined efforts of the Ghost Sect disciples, the stone coffin was slowly moved. Swish!


    Swish! Swish! All eyes were fixed on it unwaveringly. "Master..." Chris tugged at Peter Jefferson''sN?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    sleeve. Peter Jefferson chuckled, understanding Chris''s concerns, and said, "Don''t worry, if our


    ancestor''s resting ce were so easy to open, it would be an insult to our ancestor!"


    Hearing this, Chris felt relieved. True, Peter Jefferson was unreliable, but this was still his ancestor. He


    wouldn''t let Patrick Jefferson and the others destroy his ancestor''s body so easily. Crack! Crack! At this


    moment, the coffin lid began to vibrate. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment the coffin


    would open. The moment the stone coffin opened, and the Dragon Emblem appeared, a great battle


    would ensue.


    Bang! Finally, Patrick Jefferson and his people opened the stone coffin. With a loud noise, the entire


    coffin lid crashed to the ground. "Charge!" "Hurry, grab the Dragon Emblem fragment!" "Whoever gets


    the Dragon Emblem, I''ll reward them with a billion!" The people from the Middleton Alliance moved.


    Zen shouted, "Quick! Find the Dragon Emblem!" "Charge! Protect Patrick Jefferson!" "Ghost Sect


    disciples, attack!" The Ghost Sect moved as well. Guardian Michael''s murderous intent was evident. At


    this moment, Zen stood in front of Guardian Michael and sneered, "Guardian Michael, your opponent is


    me?" "Zen, you''re courting death!" Seeing Zen dare to stand in his way, Guardian Michael''s face turned


    livid.


    All this time, he had never taken Zen seriously. Now that Zen dared to block him with his injured body, it


    was simply courting death! In the blink of an eye, everyone was ready for battle except for Chris, who


    remained motionless. Just as the battle was about to begin, a thick, green smoke rose from the stone


    coffin.


    This green smoke was extremely strange. In just a few seconds, it enveloped over a hundred Ghost


    Sect disciples. In an instant, screams filled the air. "Ah, my face!" "It hurts, it hurts so much!" "Save me!


    Help!" The green smoke carried a strong corrosive effect, leaving the Ghost Sect disciples in agony.