I barely had time to think when Ye Yang, almost without hesitation, took three steps in mid-air and flew straight towards the coffin.

I followed Ye Yang and landed between the coffins. The floating coffins in the water spun us in place. Ye Yang and I retreated to opposite ends of the coffin, each stepping on the edge, and as we stood facing each other, a sound of knocking came from inside the coffin.

Secret language of the arcane arts!

The sound in the coffin was clearly a coded message from the arcane world: telling us to go in different directions.

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Ben Gou, you've been holding back for too long. This isn't your style."

"It's about time to close the net!" A cold smile crept onto my lips. "Go straight ahead, into the Dead Man's Gulch!"

As I spoke, both sabers left my hands simultaneously. The two spinning scimitars flew up from either side of my body, whirled into the water, and crossed under the coffin.

The sound of iron chains snapping against the blades was clear in my ears as the black and white scimitars leaped out of the water and landed in my hands.

The coffin, now free of the iron chain's pull, immediately drifted with the current towards the platform where Meng Die was.

As I looked back at Meng Die, Ye Yang suddenly kicked the side of the coffin several times in succession. The coffin, which had been drifting with the waves, was forced against the current under the impact of Ye Yang's kicks, rushing against the end of the waterway.

I stood with my hands behind my back, riding the coffin against the current as if it were a lone boat: "Miss Meng Die, you've played the Jianghu (martial world) game thoroughly. But I want to remind you of one thing. A touch of gentlemanly air will get you more partners in the wicked ways of the Jianghu."

"If you want the Zhen Shen coffin (Soul Suppressing Coffin), follow me. If you don't, it won't be yours."

As Meng Die's expression gradually darkened, Ye Yang kicked the edge of the coffin again, and the coffin under my feet began to accelerate forward.

I stood on the coffin, unhurried, and said, "I forgot to tell you something. I know how to use coffins too!"

As my voice fell, my hand gesture sank downward. My palm was placed on the side of my body, and my five fingers spread out violently. Five streams of saber energy burst out from my fingertips, like a whirlwind into the water. As the sound of iron cables snapping rang out one after another, five coffins rushed towards Meng Die's direction with the current.

"You saw through it after all!" Meng Die's voice was soft, but loud enough for me to hear.

In the next moment, the corpse-controlling bell rang abruptly in the cave. The warlocks of the four great families all turned and looked at the waterway in unison.

Fang Xuan, holding the corpse-controlling bell, walked out slowly from a distance. "Brother Li, we meet again."

As Fang Xuan's bell rang out, the coffin under my feet also made a cracking sound – the corpse in the coffin was also splitting the coffin under Fang Xuan's bell control.

As I calmly watched the coffin gradually cracking under my feet, two blackened hands reached out from the crack in the coffin lid.

The fingertips of the corpse were only a step away from my and Ye Yang's feet. A slight downward movement would be enough to grab our ankles.

At this moment, the corpse in the coffin turned its hands, palms outward, grabbed the edge of the coffin and exerted force continuously. The crack on the coffin lid also spread to both sides of the coffin under the constant tearing of the corpse.

A moment later, half of the dead man's face appeared in my sight.

Ye Yang glanced at the corpse and said, "Should we go?"

I said in a deep voice, "The person I'm waiting for hasn't arrived yet! Let's wait a little longer."

As Ye Yang and I spoke, the coffin lid cracked open another half a foot, and the dead man's hands had already stretched out of the coffin, bringing with them a burst of deathly aura.

The corpse was about to leave the coffin!

Ye Yang spoke again, "Still waiting?"

"Wait three more breaths!" As soon as I finished speaking, the coffin lid was torn in half by the corpse.

Ye Yang and I sank at the same time, forcibly pressing the coffin half a foot into the water.

Ye Yang's feet, which were on opposite sides, came together at the same time, and the cracked coffin was like a closing door, suddenly squeezing towards the middle.

The fingers that the corpse stretched out of the coffin were instantly crushed into two pieces by the closed coffin. As ten fingers jumped around on the coffin, a third figure suddenly appeared on the coffin.

The ghost who killed people at the entrance of the Dead Man's Gulch stood between Ye Yang and me without warning, his eyes meeting mine coldly, but he didn't say a word.

The person I was waiting for had finally arrived!

The ghost raised his hand and pointed into the distance. He meant for me to land on a protruding rock on the side of the mountain wall.

After giving Ye Yang a look, I soared into the air, stepping into the void towards the rock.

The best state of Qinggong (light body skill) is only to ride the wind. Not to mention that there is no wind in the Dead Man's Gulch, even if there is, I would not be able to hold on in the air for long.

The rock that the person pointed to was exactly the limit of my flight. Once that rock collapsed, I wouldn't even have a chance to get up again.

The "Yellow Spring" under my feet might really take me directly to the Yin Capital.

The moment I soared into the air, the figure also rose with the wind, almost sticking to my back and moving forward with me.

I could see the tips of the person's toes behind me with just a slight turn of my head.

As I landed again, the person stood on the rock close to me.

He was waiting for Ye Yang!