"Wait, where's the Curse Black Coffin? Don't tell me something happened to it?"
All of a sudden, a Primordial Ancient Saint said this. With so many treasures gone, completely looted by that little thief, he worried that something might have happened to the Curse Black Coffin as well.
But as soon as he said this, a Saint beside him laughed. "Impossible. What is the Curse Black Coffin? It's a secret treasure as terrifying as the source of all evil. Back then, we paid a dreadful price just to seal it. If that little thief dared steal the Curse Black Coffin, he'd die without even a burial ground."
He was immensely confident in the Curse Black Coffin's security, because it was not merely a treasure—it was also an exceedingly terrifying evil object. The moment one came into contact with it, even Saints would die.
Over the years, they had paid an untold price to seal this evil thing. Even Primordial Ancient Saints had to be exceedingly cautious while guarding it, fearful that the Curse Black Coffin's power would erupt. If that happened, they would die without even a burial ground.
"Go take a look."
Olasge's face was grim as he spoke. A faintly ominous feeling rose within him. Whether the Curse Black Coffin had been lost or not, one look would tell.
Whoosh!
A Primordial Ancient Saint flashed forward and immediately entered the deepest part of the treasure vault. His divine consciousness swept through the area, and his expression changed. He could not help screaming, "Fuck, it's gone! The Curse Black Coffin is really gone! That bitch actually stole it!"
What?!
Hearing this, the other Saints immediately rushed over. They swiftly looked ahead and saw that the void space was indeed completely empty. Nothing remained.
That evil, sinister power had vanished