Chapter 3389

Wu Feng walked to the side of one of the coffins and looked up. After watching for a while, he felt a bit annoyed, so he transformed into a giant, fully twenty or thirty meters tall, and then stepped on the coffin with one foot.

The tactile sensation was soft, just like stepping on a squishy marshmallow.

However, when Wu Feng then wanted to lift his foot, he encountered huge resistance.

Wu Feng looked down and discovered that the lid of this coffin had been crushed by him, and his foot had sunk into the interior of the coffin.

Wu Feng felt that his instep was being tightly gripped by a huge claw.

Wu Feng didn't care about anything else; an explosive force radiated from his body, launching an attack against the claw under his foot.

Many clones entered the interior of the coffin.

And Wu Feng was then able to see clearly the specific situation inside this coffin.

The volume inside here seemed to be much larger than it looked from the outside, like a huge palace hall.

Inside the hall, there was a high platform, and on the high platform lay a corpse, with many cultivators standing around this corpse.

These cultivators were all existences with quite good strength, and Wu Feng even saw that several of them were at the Saint level.

One of the Saint-level cultivators manifested a huge monster, and that monster's claw was currently gripping Wu Feng's instep, constantly spitting out all kinds of acidic liquid.

Wu Feng naturally had to strike back against this kind of behavior.

Wu Feng was seen suddenly shrinking his body, then entering the interior of the coffin, and then casually grabbing the monster. Amidst the monster's wails, he dismembered it, and then an indescribable aura was sprayed over it; the monster turned into nothingness in its unwillingness.

All the cultivators inside the coffin looked at Wu Feng, and then several cultivators stood out, all at the Saint level.

One female cultivator gave Wu Feng a coquettish wink and said in a dainty voice: "My lord, with your cultivation, why do you still want to compete with us low-level ones for these worthless trinkets?"

Wu Feng sneered: "Do you think I'm a fool? Indescribable aura, and this corpse that can absorb indescribable aura, are all absolutely good things, even for me. You think you can make me give up with just these few airy words?"

"My lord, if you can leave it to this slave, this slave will definitely satisfy you."

This Saint female cultivator laughed daintily and waved her hand. Fully a hundred clones emerged from her body; these clones were only wearing a little clothing, each with an explosive figure, and they walked toward Wu Feng with giggles.

Wu Feng looked at these women and was surprised to find that he actually had a reaction.

This made Wu Feng very vigilant; one must know that Wu Feng is not a starving ghost.

Clearly, this woman had used some kind of top-tier charm technique in an instant, actually managing to influence Wu Feng.

"You woman, you actually dare to make a move on me. It seems you are tired of living."

Wu Feng said coldly, waving his hand casually, and then the indescribable aura around him shot out crazily, directly annihilating all the hundreds of top-tier so-called goddesses around him.

That woman also spat out a mouthful of hot blood, her expression turning cold, and she said: "Since you are so unappreciative, then I won't care about that much anymore. This person is too thorny; everyone, attack together."

This last sentence was said by the woman to all the cultivators around.

These cultivators also roared angrily and launched an all-out attack on Wu Feng.