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Chapter 653

Chapter 653

The moment the green smoke touched the skin of those who came into contact with it, their flesh

began to rot instantaneously. The pain was not only unbearable but also penetrated deep into theirnovelbin

bones. The hundred Ghost Sect disciples clawed at their own faces, tearing off chunks of flesh with

their bare hands. In some places, even the white bones were clearly visible, making them look like

vengeful spirits.

Their ghost masks were torn off one by one, revealing their hideously twisted faces underneath. These

people were basically disfigured beyond recognition, making it impossible to discern their true

appearances. Upon seeing this, Patrick Jefferson's face turned pale, and his eyes filled with deep

horror.

In a flash, Patrick Jefferson quickly retreated. His speed was incredibly fast, fearing that if he were a

moment slower, he would be contaminated by the toxic green smoke. Screams of agony continued to

echo throughout the chamber. In the blink of an eye, the hundred Ghost Sect disciples lay lifeless on

the ground, their faces shredded to pieces. The sight was too gruesome to bear.

Just moments ago, they had threatened hundreds of martial artists to face death. Now, in such a short

time, they shared the same fate. It was a clear example of karmic retribution. Seeing this scene, the

tense atmosphere of the impending battle dissipated instantly. Everyone stared in shock, wondering

what had just happened.

Guardian Michael was devastated as he watched his hundred subordinates die in an instant. He never

imagined that the tomb's owner would be so ruthless, going as far as to set up a trap within his own

coffin. And it was the most unpredictable and undefendable trap. The hundred Ghost Sect disciples

didn't even have a chance to save themselves before being poisoned to death.

"Master, I deserve to die!" At this moment, Patrick Jefferson rushed over and knelt before Guardian

Michael, his face full of fear. The deaths of his fellow disciples had left him deeply shaken. If he hadn't

been further away from the stone coffin and reacted in time, he would have been poisoned to death as

well. Now, Patrick Jefferson was more terrified than ever. He had set out with a hundred people, and he

was the only one to return alive. He didn't know how Guardian Michael would punish him.

"Good! Good! Good!" Guardian Michael coldly laughed and nodded repeatedly. For a moment, Patrick

Jefferson was drenched in cold sweat, feeling an immense killing intent enveloping him. Fortunately,

the killing intent disappeared quickly. Guardian Michael took a deep breath and said, "Get up! It's not

your fault! Who can guard against such traps?" Now was the time for him to use people. If he killed

Patrick Jefferson, Guardian Michael would have no one left to use.

"Thank you, Master!" Patrick Jefferson breathed a sigh of relief. Ashley Solo and the others who had

rushed halfway also stopped abruptly. They were all shocked, terrified, and filled with lingering fear.

There were no other words to describe their feelings. Seeing the tragic deaths of the hundred Ghost

Sect disciples made their scalps tingle and their legs tremble. If they hadn't been a little slower, they

would have met the same fate.

In an instant, the scene fell silent. No one dared to act rashly. Everyone was frightened, unsure of what

other sinister things might be hidden within the coffin. "Chris!" Zen suddenly looked at Chris, his chest

heaving, and veins bulging. "Chris, I will kill you!" Guardian Michael's face was a mix of sorrow and

fury. Just now, everyone had acted, except for Chris. It was clear that Chris knew something and was

waiting for them to fall into the trap.

But at that moment, Chris finally made his move. Using an incredibly fast technique, he dashed toward

the stone coffin with the speed of lightning.

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