The closer Yang Zhen got to the ancient bronze coffin, the harder his heart struggled to bear the impact.
The bronze coffin before him was definitely not something ordinary, for in Yang Zhen's perception, the grand presence of the golden crown tree paled in comparison to that of the bronze coffin, like a petty sorcerer dwarfed by a grand witch.
The golden crown tree was nothing at all, the aura emanating from the bronze coffin was the true horror.
At that instant, Yang Zhen also completely understood why the Great Nether Purgatory had chosen to set up the demonic pit in such a place.
From the bronze coffin wafted waves of deadly Qi, with a richness so terrifying that Yang Zhen felt as if he were in the Nine Nether Purgatory.