"Come out!"
Chu Yunsheng retrieved the black gas, stepped back, and said coldly.
"Yes, yes, Your Highness Dark Lord please, please, quell your anger. This inferior one is coming out right now." The voice from the tomb was shaking in fear.
As soon as the voice stopped, a wisp of smoke appeared from the top of the tomb. In the middle of the air, the smoke was continuously twisting and changing its form, like the demons or jinn after just being released from the brass bottle that had the Solomon seal. With just a little bit of Heaven and Earth energy that Chu Yunsheng had cultivated, he could barely feel a trace of energy fluctuations from the strange smoke.