"Boom!" A loud noise echoed.

The dense black death energy and the power surrounding Ye Chenfeng suddenly exploded outward with force.

The endless, thick death energy spread even faster to the surroundings.

Although the black death energy and power around Ye Chenfeng dissipated, his face was still shrouded in a black miasma, making it impossible to clearly see his features. Beneath the black death energy, his blood-red eyes appeared extremely eerie.

A malevolent aura burst out from Ye Chenfeng’s body. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his heart craved slaughter intensely. His eerie eyes were fixed on Hua Wanchuan and the others.

Hua Wanchuan and his group, who were initially ready to walk on air towards the Ancient City of Heavenly Origin, saw that Ye Chenfeng was still alive. Their breath caught in their throats at once, and looking at the strange Ye Chenfeng before them, they were finally afraid.

From afar, Zhao Jinpeng, Wu Lingxiang, and others saw that Ye Chenfeng was indeed unharmed, and they relaxed a little. However, they also noticed something was not right with Ye Chenfeng. Zhao Jinpeng whispered, "Why is the malevolent aura on Chenfeng so intense? Moreover, his vitality is fading at a slow pace. This black coffin is even more powerful than the Immortal Artifacts of Xiao Yao Palace, yet it doesn’t seem like an ordinary Immortal Artifact. Could it be a Dark Immortal Artifact?"

Wu Lingxiang and Jiang Caixuan nodded in agreement. Although they hadn’t heard of the Coffin of Death, they knew of Dark Immortal Artifacts.

Because Dark Immortal Artifacts are also a type of Immortal Artifact.

The cultivators who attacked Zhao Jinpeng and the others felt relieved initially, but seeing Ye Chenfeng unharmed, their anxiety returned.

Hua Wanchuan, Li Yuanmu, Luo Qianhai, and Zhao Wanzhong exchanged glances. With Hua Wanchuan and Li Yuanmu’s cultivation regressed and Zhao Wanzhong unable to stand up from the ground, their combined combat power had considerably diminished.

While they hesitated about whether to attack.

With the Coffin of Death on his shoulder and his face shrouded in death energy, Ye Chenfeng channeled his spiritual energy to the extreme into the Coffin of Death, causing an intense dark glow to emit from it.

Even denser death energy erupted from the Coffin of Death, spreading like rapid ocean waves, covering Hua Wanchuan and the others within moments.

This time, the invasion of the thick death energy into their bodies was even faster, especially for Zhao Wanzhong, who couldn’t stand up. The erosion speed was fastest for him, his face growing increasingly pale as his vitality was rapidly devoured.

Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and Li Yuanmu were too caught up in their own survival to help Zhao Wanzhong. Zhao Wanzhong’s voice echoed from his throat: "Save me, save me, quickly save me!"

The blood-red, eerie-eyed Ye Chenfeng seemed even more stimulated by Zhao Wanzhong’s plea for help, further arousing the slaughtering desire within him. His blood-red eyes flickered as he desperately intensified the release of death energy from the Coffin of Death, giving Zhao Wanzhong special attention.

As a result.

Zhao Wanzhong’s vitality was soon completely devoured, leaving him lying on the ground with wide-open eyes.

Suddenly, a fierce black energy shot out from the Coffin of Death, striking Zhao Wanzhong’s corpse.

"Bang!"

Zhao Wanzhong’s body exploded into a mist of blood.

After Zhao Wanzhong’s death, Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and Li Yuanmu were even more terrified. The pervasive, dense death energy had amplified many times over, and within this overwhelming death energy, their conditions were far worse than before, leading to a significant drop in their combat strength. They no longer wished to continue fighting and began contemplating escape.

Hua Wanchuan, Luo Qianhai, and Li Yuanmu, without communicating, started fleeing simultaneously. Their spiritual energy circulation was increasingly obstructed, naturally slowing them down compared to their peak speed.

With the Coffin of Death on his shoulder, Ye Chenfeng’s gaze grew more excited, and he propelled himself into the air. Although his vitality was being slowly consumed, as the owner of the Coffin of Death, his spiritual energy circulation was unaffected.

His figure caught up with Li Yuanmu, and he swung the Coffin of Death down fiercely towards Li Yuanmu, continuously channeling spiritual energy into it.

"Bang!"

Li Yuanmu was struck by the Coffin of Death, emitting black death energy and power. An immense force surged out of the Coffin of Death.

Li Yuanmu, sent flying by the Coffin of Death, was shattered into pieces of flesh and blood mist in midair.

Upon witnessing Li Yuanmu’s death at Ye Chenfeng’s hands, Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai desperately pushed their obstructed meridians to the limit.

Both of them were originally powerful figures at the Peak of the Divine King Realm in the Tian Xuan Realm, yet now they found themselves fleeing in a sorry state.

Ye Chenfeng, with his blood-red eyes flashing with an eerie light, watched Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai as they fled forward. The bloodthirst in his eyes grew stronger, and he hoarsely shouted from his throat, "Die! Die! Die!"

As spiritual energy continually infused into the Coffin of Death, Ye Chenfeng struck it with his palm.

The entire Coffin of Death surged violently towards the fleeing Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai.

During its rapid advance,

the Coffin of Death began to grow larger and larger, eventually expanding more than ten times its original size. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The colossal Coffin of Death descended upon Luo Qianhai and Hua Wanchuan.

Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai, feeling the shadow above, raised their heads to see the descending massive black coffin, finding themselves unable to escape its range.

Looking at the rapidly falling Coffin of Death,

Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai simultaneously shouted from their throats: "No! Don’t!"

At this moment, they finally felt regret. If they had known, they would never have provoked Ye Chenfeng, this killing god.

But by now, it was too late for any regret.

"Bang!"

"Squelch!"

Under the Coffin of Death’s pressure,

Hua Wanchuan and Luo Qianhai were utterly powerless to resist, their bodies crushed into pulp.

Yet the blood-red eyes of Ye Chenfeng flashed with a sinister light, still unsatisfied. This little bit of slaughter was not enough; he needed more. He was completely immersed in a demonization state induced by the Coffin of Death.

...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)