The laborers pulling the white carriage were all riddled with pockmarks and boils, and they were also vomiting continuously.
As a result of these maladies, the air around the laborers was also filled with the stench of decay.
At that moment, the door of the red carriage swung open, and an unseen force pushed a red coffin out.
Once the red coffin was fully out of the carriage, a crack split down the coffin.
"After the battle 3,000 years ago, Tower Canon and Epoch God Palace came to an agreement. We of Tower Canon have kept up our side of the deal by going under the radar for 3,000 years. However, Epoch God Palace has not found the Saint in the past 3,000 years. This threw a wrench into our plans."
The figure who had spoken removed his mask and took a deep breath before spitting in the direction of the red coffin.
A power that seemed to be strong enough to split the ocean into two slammed down on the coffin, producing a dull thud.
