Finally, the gates of the Divine Hall slowly creaked open.
Jiang Chen followed in the crowd, a flicker in his eyes.
He was deep in thought.
"Hurry up, don't waste time."
"Get inside, and you'll be free."
The soldiers behind them urged them on relentlessly.
Although the Divine Hall's gates were open, the inside was pitch-black. Nothing could be seen. It was like the gaping, blood-soaked maw of a Fierce Beast, ready to devour anyone who entered.
Every enslaved Martial Cultivator trembled, their hearts filled with fear.
They didn't know what sort of dangers were hidden within this Divine Hall.
It could even claim their lives at any moment.
However, their longing for freedom spurred some to muster their courage and stride boldly through the dark gateway.
WHOOSH!
The first Martial Cultivator vanished into the darkness.
Everyone listened intently.
But unexpectedly, there was no sound from within.
"Haha, I'm finally free!"
