The thick, ink-like Evil Qi gushed out from the cracks of the coffin, instantly filling the enclosed space.
Qin An squinted his eyes and whispered, "Pseudo-God."
This Evil Qi was distinctly different from the aura of ordinary monsters; with a little discernment, one could detect the Pseudo-God Power contained within.
"This place was originally the treasure left by that master, but now a Pseudo-God appears, there must be something fishy."
The people had no time to think deeply, focusing their attention and locking their gaze on the surging Evil Qi at the crack of the coffin.
At that moment, a skeletal hand suddenly reached out, with fingers like hooks, clasping onto the edge of the coffin.
"Boom!"
The coffin lid exploded, with fragments shooting out like sharp arrows, deeply embedding into the surrounding stone walls.
