To be honest, with Xia Ping's current strength, trying to contend against five Early Ancient Saints was still somewhat unrealistic. After all, Early Ancient Saints who had comprehended the Law of Space were monstrously powerful beyond measure—not so easy to deal with.
Not to mention that there were five of them here. That made things even more extraordinary. If he was careless for even a moment, he might capsize in a gutter and end up being the unlucky one.
"Master, I think we can borrow the power of the Curse Black Coffin."
Green Ox spoke up. "Even a mere wisp of curse aura released by the Curse Black Coffin is incomparably terrifying, enough to send Saints plunging into boundless purgatory. If Master can borrow even a small part of the Curse Black Coffin's power, then secretly killing these heavily wounded Early Ancient Saints would be effortless."
The reason it believed they could deal with these Illusion Race Saints was because Xia Ping had sealed the Curse Black Coffin and sensed the power of this secret treasure. Naturally, he knew exactly what a terrifying thing the Curse Black Coffin was.
"You're right. We can indeed borrow the Curse Black Coffin's power and kill with a borrowed blade."
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. Although the Curse Black Coffin had been sealed by the Genesis Sphere and could not be casually moved, he could still make use of the wisps of curse aura leaking from it.
This curse aura was exceedingly strange and terrifying. Fortunately, he possessed the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline, which restrained all dark and unclean powers, so he did not need to worry about the curse power harming him.
At the same time, he could control this curse power and use it to attack his enemies.
"That dead cow is