Mr. Qing's Strength

Eyes like stars appeared in the sky, as if countless dead people were watching the coffin before them from behind.

These eyes were numb and indifferent, filled with deep malice.

At this moment, they all looked toward a coffin ahead. The coffin was damaged and incomplete, looking as though it might fall apart at any moment.

"Rest in peace."

A hoarse voice rang out, as if a Funeral Master at a funeral were guiding Lost Souls, allowing them to enter the Spirit Homeland smoothly.

In an instant.

Hundreds of eyes hanging high in the sky suddenly lowered their eyelids, as though they had swallowed their final breath.

Wuu wuu wuu...

The Vicious Ghost's shrill wails rang out.

Despair, venom, hatred, obsession, madness, and countless Negative Emotions blended together, blooming across the sky like fireworks.

Then, a terrifying curse swept across the heavens like a hurricane.

Each strand of this curse was enough to forcibly strip away the power of a newly advanced Seventh Tier expert. Now, hundreds of strands had gathered together, and their might had reached an inconceivable level.

Everywhere it passed, the countless cracks split open in the high sky began to close and flatten, while coffin after coffin shattered into pieces like foam.

Its power had already far surpassed the limits of the Seventh Tier Peak.

However.

Facing this appalling Supernatural Attack, the shattered coffin showed no intention of retreating. Instead, it charged fiercely into the curse.

At once, the two sides collided violently.

Most strikingly, the curses actually transformed from nothingness into tangible forms, appearing directly in reality.

They were wriggling worms resembling mealworms. Entangled together, they formed something like a Hemp Rope and came binding toward the coffin.

Each worm represented a curse.

Before this massive power, the coffin also began to change. Large chunks