But adhering to the principle of not missing a single corner, he turned around and squeezed in.
After a slight turn, he discovered that the scale of this underground prison was enormous.
It held human political prisoners from various countries, powerful Middle Sequence Extraordinary individuals, and various Cursed Spirits with immortality.
Of course, the rules of the Sacred Relics could not be exempted; regardless of what these people had been, they had all now transformed into "her."
Despite many prisoners being two meters tall, two meters wide, with arms as wide as horse-racing track, fists large enough to stand on, and extremely dense body hair, physiologically they were certainly women!
The Sailing Logbook observed that not only the prisoners, but even the cockroaches and mosquitoes here were female.
"No, this one isn't it either, none of them are."
The Raven vibrated its wings and quickly glided through the prison cells like a ghost.
