The Black Coffin hung suspended behind the mysterious fiend, its lid slowly opening amid the chaotic currents of the Great Dao. Even Li Ya and the others, trapped in the mysterious fiend's palm, felt their hair stand on end.
They all turned their heads to look and saw that Black Coffin. It was even larger than the fiend, and from their angle, they could not even see the top of it.
What could be inside?
Everyone carried a heart full of anxiety and unease, a torment worse than waiting for death.
Li Xuanmiao, who was being held fast by the Black Coffin's pulling force, likewise felt something was wrong. His instincts told him that if he touched that Black Coffin, there would certainly be no good end for him.
The Black Coffin's lid opened a crack. Inside, it was darker than the void. One glance, and a person's mind and spirit seemed to be dragged in, sinking into endless oppression.
Li Xuanmiao forcibly withdrew his gaze. He glanced toward the mysterious fiend's right arm. He decided that before he died, he would first save those people.
His eyes abruptly changed, turning cold and sharp. Behind him, a gate of light condensed out of thin air, and surging Heavenly Dao Luck poured out from within, then drilled into his body, temporarily granting him the strength to break free of the Black Coffin.
He leaped up and shifted to the mysterious fiend's side. Gripping his divine spear, he gathered his most powerful magic power, intending to thrust his spear at the mysterious fiend's right arm.
Just then, Li Xuanmiao's expression changed drastically. He only felt everything before his eyes abruptly transform, and in an instant, he arrived in a place of absolute darkness. There was no mysterious fiend around him, and no