For a time, countless experts converged near the Dragon Locking Well, where undercurrents surged, and killing intent filled the air.
At this moment, Wang Yangsheng's emotions were also turbulent. At his level, his six senses had connected with the heavens and the earth, giving rise to a heart sense that could perceive a hint of hidden danger.
In other words, not only could the three people in front of him pose a threat to his life, but there could also be other experts lurking nearby, which immediately put him on high alert.
"Interesting!"
"Thud!"
Wang Yangsheng slapped his hand on the black coffin, leaving five deep palm imprints on its surface, followed by a thunderous roar that echoed throughout the area.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The black coffin, like a mountain, charged towards An Jing, with the sound of tearing through the air in its wake.