Mr. Mo finished dealing with Qiao Yu and the others, then knelt once more before the stone coffin.

Muttering incessantly, he seemed to be performing some new ritual.

With his voice, the lid of the stone coffin began to tremble, as if something inside was awakening.

"We're screwed, Yu, what do we do now? We're all restrained, who's going to stop that old man?" Yang Xiangdi was a bit anxious.