Lord Protector Novel

The man made his way to the casket and opened its lid with a strike of his palm.

Boom!

Everyone's heart fluttered at the sound that pierced the silence.

A pall of pungent dark smoke rose from the casket. It seemed poisonous.

Zeke blocked the dark smoke outside his energy barrier again.

After the dark smoke dispersed, the crowd leaned closer to look inside the casket.

Casting one glance, everyone was agitated.

There was no corpse in the vacant casket.

The casket was perfectly sealed, and there was no sign of break-in in the tomb.

Has the corpse risen from dead and run away? How absurd!

“What is that?” The sharp-eyed Sole Wolf spotted something unusual in the casket at a glance.

Everyone turned to look in the direction where he was pointing.

A mushroom-like lump grew on the wall of the casket.

The dark grey lump blended in perfectly with the casket. One would not notice it without looking carefully.

Scrutinizing the lump for a moment, Zeke was thrilled suddenly. “It is a felstalk!”

A felstalk?

The others were astonished too.

“Felstalks are one of the top ten rare herbs!”

“It is said that felstalks are extremely poisonous and grow on human corpses. This must be a felstalk since the corpse has disappeared to nurture it.”

“It's true that a felstalk is extremely poisonous, but if it is processed and filtered, its medicinal value is second only to a thousand-year-old snow lotus.”

Missy indeed had the sensing capability. This is such a blessing to Eurasia's martial arts world. Haha!”

Right when Zeke was trying to get hold of the felstalk cautiously, a deep voice reverberated in the enclosed tomb all of a sudden.

“How dare you barge into my resting place! Are you aware of your misdeed?”

The deep voice echoed throughout the tomb. Its source was not traceable.

In a panic, everyone glanced around anxiously. “What are you?”

“I am the owner of this tomb, Yael Walker. I have nurtured the felstalk with my body, yet you are snatching it without asking for my permission.”

A ruckus erupted among the crowd.

“Yael Walker? He is a well-known spellcaster in the eighteenth century.”

“Yes, only spellcasters know how to nurture felstalks.”

“Could it be there are really spirits in this world? Is Yael's spirit still in this tomb?”

A paralyzing fear welled up in them.

“Leave now, and I will spare your lives. Otherwise, I will certainly finish you off,” Yael said.

Nonetheless, Zeke remained unfazed and sneered coldly, “What an amateur! Stop playing tricks and show yourself now!”

He flung his fist and emitted powerful energy that hit the wall on one side.

The wall fell apart, and a black leather casket appeared.

Everyone stared at it in perplexity.