On the plaza, the rampaging blood aura was blowing.
A powerful, oppressive force whistled past.
A figure appeared before Xu Zimei.
Sitting right in the center of that plaza, surrounded by a surge of blood-colored lotuses, a wailing sound echoed from all directions.
The figure of an elder sat upright at the head.
He leaned against a blood throne, his eyes flashing with a bloody gleam, and his long hair almost covered his face.
At the moment he saw this elder, the man guiding Xu Zimei was so scared his legs went weak and he immediately knelt down.
"Gree... Greetings, Prison Master."
"You've worked hard, bringing the enemy all the way here," the elder said with a creepy smile.
His smile was very unsettling.
The man kowtowed harder, urgently explaining, "Prison Master, I had no choice.
He forced me to lead the way."
"I understand your predicament," the elder slowly extended his right hand, smiling slightly.
