The black coffin was suspended behind the mysterious evil spirit, its lid slowly opening amidst the chaos of the Great Dao. Even those like Li Ya, who were held within the palm of the mysterious evil spirit, couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
They all turned their heads to look and saw the black coffin, larger than the evil spirit itself. From their vantage point, they couldn't even see the top of the coffin.
What could be in there?
Everyone held a sense of unease that was more torturous than awaiting death.
Li Xuanmiao, who was also being pulled by the black coffin's force, sensed something amiss. His intuition told him that if he were to come into contact with that black coffin, it would certainly lead to a bad ending.
The lid of the black coffin opened a crack, revealing a darkness even blacker than the void, which, upon a single glance, seemed to draw one's mind into a never-ending oppressiveness.