Three days later, in Bazer's Ridge shelter.
The high and steep Seamount didn't seem to have been transformed. It was obvious that Barzel liked the original.
In the strange ball, Lord Zhang songfu also had such a STAR technique with the help of Jiang Xiao. However, due to the moving, the ridge had been greatly transformed.
In this cave, a man in tattered clothes, covered in wounds and blood, was leaning against a stone wall. His head drooped and he looked at the ground with a dazed look.
Ring~ring~ring~
In his daze, a clear and melodious Bell rang.
That pleasant voice that symbolized life and healing, the voice that could bring hope, sounded like a Bell From Hell in Barzel's ears.
The bell did not represent hope, but a new round of pain and torture.
Barzel's body recovered quickly. He tried to raise his head and look at the woman in front of him who seemed to never know fatigue.
