"Are you sure?"
Inside Dongjun Tower, a puppet servant named Ati asked expressionlessly.
"I'm sure," Li Ang nodded. "Open the door."
"Okay."
Seeing his determination, the servant didn't speak further, unhooked the key from its waist, and opened the door to the secret room.
In the room, as spacious as a plaza, the quietly floating brown sludge seemed to sense something, its surface rippling in waves.
Li Ang stepped forward, holding a Radiant Crossbow in his left hand, the Triangular Spear in his right. The talisman plate on his arm lit up, indicating that the talisman was loaded and ready.
The Puppet Servant watched silently, picking up a bell from a small cart. It stood outside the white line, ready to intervene at any moment—Li Ang had been blasted out the door earlier that day. Even though his Spiritual Energy had fully recovered, the depletion in his Qi Sea, Spirit Vein, and even his mental state would not be replenished anytime soon. An accident could happen...
SHHAA!
