The Divine Spirit Coffin, a Hot Potato

"Brother, be careful! This isn't over yet."

Just then, Ye Fan shouted, his voice charged with agitation.

The divine platform behind Jiang Ming had collapsed.

Moments earlier, Jiang Ming's three totem deities had struck again, each snatching a God-Slaying Insect and suppressing it.

Jiang Ming had put on a look of towering fury and reached out. With terrifying power, he had caught a Half-Saint-level God-Slaying Insect in his bare hand.

The God-Slaying Insect struggled and bit desperately in Jiang Ming's purple palm. Everyone sucked in a cold breath. God-Slaying Insects were not supposed to be touched with bare flesh.

Yet those three members of the Primordial Imperial Clans had just done so.

Now, the Eastern Demon had done the same. Those sharp golden teeth struck his palm like a tiny insect biting glass, their efforts doomed to be futile.

All it could do was let out furious "chik, chik, chik" sounds, unable to escape.

At that moment, the observant noticed that the altar was connected to the surrounding ground. The blood essence of the corpses lying on the ground had all been sucked away.

Looking again at the altar with its dried blood, they seemed to see traces of bitter resentment and baleful energy lingering upon it, as though some sort of human sacrifice had once been performed here. At Ye Fan's warning, many shuddered involuntarily.

Crack! Many people recoiled in alarm. The altar shattered, revealing an exquisite, miniature stone palace beneath it. It stood little more than a meter tall, like a palace model built expressly in miniature.

Now the palace broke apart, and golden divine light burst from within. At that moment, many saw two golden God-Slaying Insects inside, each 1.3 meters long.

There was no question about it: these were definitely Saint-level God-Slaying Insects. Even if they