The naked figure approached the old man in the iron coffin, the axe in its hand continuously dripping with dark blood.

Standing before the old man, its eyes showed no emotion.

The old man's face twitched as he tried to crawl out of the iron coffin, but his legs trembled uncontrollably.

As the figure raised the axe handle bit by bit, Li Ya suddenly appeared from behind, thrusting her short sword without hesitation.