"Source of All Evil?!"
A trace of solemnity appeared in Xia Ping's eyes. A scene seemed to surge from the depths of his mind: the Curse Black Coffin opened, releasing endless resentment and curses, turning an entire starfield into boundless darkness.
All suns, moons, and stars decayed, becoming dark planets. All lands turned into demonic soil and poisonous swamps. All living beings were cursed, transformed into zombie demons, wandering like walking corpses...
Such power was something even hell demons and Abyss Demons could not withstand. It was the power of utter deathly silence, bringing death and darkness—the end of doomsday.
"Where did the Illusion Race Saints find something like this?"
Xia Ping was filled with amazement. He felt that this Curse Black Coffin was the Illusion Race's true trump card. Once its power erupted, its might would be simply unimaginable. Even Saints would perish completely, with no way to resist.
Of course, the Curse Black Coffin's power did not distinguish between friend and foe. Once used, even the Illusion Race would suffer.
That was why the Illusion Race likely would not use it lightly. But if they faced the calamity of extermination, they would probably have no choice but to unleash it and perish together with their enemies.
"I never expected the Illusion Race to possess such a trump card. Good thing I found it."
At once, Xia Ping felt a wave of relief. If the Curse Black Coffin's power had erupted during the war, who knew how many Human Saints it would have killed.
Even if it could not kill every Human Saint, it would still inflict immensely grievous casualties upon humanity.
It had to be said that although the Illusion Race was weaker than humanity, this trump card of theirs was far too terrifying. It could absolutely inflict