The One-eyed Saint and the Molten Rock Ancestor both looked disapprovingly at the Prison Dragon Saint.
Prison Dragon: It wasn't me, I didn't do it, it's not my fault!
"This alloy gate is just too fragile, as if it were an ordinary door."
If it weren't for the fact that it's only near the fortress where the world projection is suppressed, the Prison Dragon Saint would never believe that this was a relic of some former civilization.
"Forget it, let's see if we can find any traces."
The entire fortress has three levels, each ten meters high, with plenty of space.
But that's for humans.
The Molten Rock Ancestor and the One-eyed Saint both stood twenty meters tall, and they looked at the 'small' entrance of the fortress, falling silent for a moment.
But it wasn't too difficult for them.
Although the ability to shrink their bodies is within the realm of divine skills, they didn't possess it.
