"Escaped? Where did they go?!"
Darknorth Saint narrowed his eyes. He found that even under the cover of the Four Seasons God-Killing Painting, he still couldn't find any trace of Oleg and the others as if they had disappeared from this universe without a sound.
If Oleg and the others escaped, they would bring irreparable damage to the Human Clan.
After all, if such a saint went crazy and assassinated ordinary humans everywhere, they would be a huge threat.
"Don't worry. They can't escape. Under the suppression of the Ten Directions Tower of World, they can't escape no matter where they go."
The Xiaoyao Ancestral Master immediately sent a voice transmission, telling them not to worry. Under the suppression of the Ten Directions Tower of World, Oleg and the others couldn't escape. Because of this, they prepared in advance and wouldn't let the situation of the Illusion Race's people escaping happen again.
"But where did Oleg go? He knows that this place is suppressed and all the space-time is frozen. It's impossible for him to escape. Is he going to ask for reinforcements?"
The Emptiness Ancestral Master narrowed his eyes as he felt an unknown threat coming from the depths of the void.
"I'm not sure, but we'll know soon. I've communicated with the Ten Directions Tower of World and have been scanning all the time. In a short while, we'll find traces of that old ghost. He can't escape."
The Xiaoyao Ancestral Master was murderous.
…
Swoosh! Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Oleg and the other saints of the Illusion Race returned to the treasure vault of the Illusion Realm with the power of the peerless saint artifact Mirage Mist Pearl.
Panting and sweating profusely, they were severely injured. It wasn't hard to imagine how fierce the battle was. If Oleg didn't help, they would have been killed by Darknorth Saint.
It could be said that they didn't have the power to fight against the Human Clan.
"Ancestral Master, are you really going to release that thing?"
Seeing Oleg return to the treasure vault, an ancient saint immediately understood his ancestral master's intention. The reason why he returned to this place was probably to release the Cursed Black Coffin.
The other Sages had goosebumps all over their bodies and were trembling uncontrollably.
The Cursed Black Coffin was a terrifying secret treasure that the Illusion Tribe had obtained from the Dark Forbidden Zone of the Central Universe. It was extremely frightening and strange, and the curse power it contained was something that even Sages could not withstand.
Back then, in order to seal and suppress this Cursed Black Coffin, their Illusion race had suffered heavy losses. Countless people had died, and even some Saints had fallen because of it. This was a forbidden weapon.
The reason the Illusion Clan had fallen into the Abyss and been corrupted by the Abyss was because of this Cursed Black Coffin.
Back then, he had been afflicted by the curse of the Cursed Black Coffin, his life hanging by a thread. He was about to completely die, and all of his life force was about to be extinguished.
In order to survive, Orrasco had no choice but to accept the conditions of the Abyss. He got rid of all the power of the curse in his body, allowing his power to increase by another level.
This caused the entire Illusion Race to be corrupted by the Abyss, turning them into Abyssal creatures.
Even so, they were still extremely afraid of this Cursed Black Coffin. Usually, they would send several Primordial Saints to guard this place, afraid that the power of the Cursed Black Coffin would explode again and cause the entire Illusion Race to die a violent death.
"That's right. If the Cursed Black Coffin is really released, no one will be able to withstand the power of the curse. Even the Abyss will be helpless against this power. This will cause irreversible damage. Not many of the Illusion Realm will be left, and they will be completely cursed."
An Primordial Saint could not help but swallow his saliva. He was extremely afraid.
"There's no other way. It's all because those damned humans have gone too far. They've come out in full force to destroy our Illusion Race. No matter what, the Illusion Realm will not be able to withstand them."
Orrasco gritted his teeth and said, "But it's not that easy for them to destroy the Illusion Race. This time, I'm going to release the Cursed Black Coffin and make those bastards pay a heavy price.
I want to see what expression those bastards of the Human Race will have when they see the Cursed Black Coffin. Perhaps a few of the invincible Saints of the Human Race will fall because of this. Then, there will be a good show to watch. "
His tone was sinister, and his hatred was monstrous.
The other Primordial Saints could not help but nod. Indeed, this was the most dangerous time for the Illusion Race. In order to completely destroy the Illusion Race, the Human Race had set up layers of divine seals. There was no way they could escape.
They would die either way, so they might as well fight to the death with the Human Race. That way, they might have a chance of survival.
Once the Cursed Black Coffin was released, no matter how strong the Human Race was, they would fall into an endless curse. This was the true source of all evil, and it contained a power that even the Abyss feared.
"Let's go in. We'll take out the Cursed Black Coffin and teach that Human Race a lesson."
Orrasco clenched his fists.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The group of Saints nodded and immediately entered the inner hall of the Illusion Race's treasury. However, when they entered, they were all stunned and dumbfounded.
"Damn, what is this place? Did we go to the wrong place? Isn't this the inner hall of the Illusion Race's treasury? " One of the Saints was dumbfounded. According to his experience, the inner hall of the treasury should be filled with dazzling treasures. There should be a large number of Longevity Pills, all sorts of cosmic-level rare materials, and many stalks of Sacred Medicine that would make one drool.
But now, the entire treasury was empty. There were no treasures at all. It was even cleaner than their faces.
Immediately, they felt waves of panic. They felt as though their nest had been moved away.
"Damn, who did it? Which bastard did it? How could they be so crazy? Did they break in?"
One of the Primordial Saints cursed. He felt that the treasury might have been robbed this time. Otherwise, how could it be so clean? Even the door had been moved away. There was no waste at all.
"Could it be that the Illusion Race's elders knew that we might be defeated and moved the treasury in advance? It's to leave us with a chance of survival. " One of the Primordial Saints guessed. He felt that they might be lucky and that it was their own people who did it. That way, the losses wouldn't be too great.
"Bullsh * t. If it was our own people, how could the treasury's door be moved away so cleanly? Not even a bit of trash was left behind. See that Spirit Medicine Garden? All the soil has been dug clean. There's no waste at all. It's like a gluttonous entrance. Plus, without our orders, which elder could enter? A thief must have come in. Don't let me find him or he'll die for sure. I'll kill his whole family and execute his nine generations. This heartless bastard is shameless. "
Another Primordial Saint clenched his teeth and was so angry that he spat out blood. These treasures were obtained by the Illusion Race's Saints after countless years of swindling, burning, killing, and plundering.
But now, it was gone in the blink of an eye. All of their wealth had been moved away. Who could endure such provocation? They really became penniless in an instant and went bankrupt overnight. ()
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