“Do you see? What’s the point of honor and glory? Of wealth and riches? In the end, a coffin is your eternal home,” Mo Nian muttered, looking at the coffin in front of him with a sorrowful expression. 1

He sighed and put away his manifestation.0

It was over. The demon race’s elite experts were all sucked into his strange coffin. No one had any idea if they were even still alive.0

There were many more demon experts here, but all of them were too weak. They weren’t even qualified to participate in the battle. 0

Suddenly, Mo Nian pulled out a stack of ghost money[1] and scattered it into the air. 0

Solemnly, he recited, “Dust to dust, earth to earth. The sea of desire brings bitterness, but now you can...3