The Heavenly Prison, Lin Yu and her companions arrived quietly.
Even Jiang Chenyu, who now had the weakest cultivation level, possessed an agile martial technique, twisting and turning, like a fairy descending upon the mortal world, exceptionally elegant.
Fang Yu provided protection by her side, on the lookout for potential dangers.
The Divine Martial Army had been on high alert for quite some time. In addition to this, Zhao Guang and Zhao Jingcang were lurking in the shadows, while Zhao Jing was also ready to activate the Heavenly Prison formation.
All was set, just waiting for Lin Yu to walk into the trap.
"Such heavy Yin Qi."
Even from outside the Heavenly Prison, Lin Yu could feel an ominous aura; the Heavenly Prison had always been a place far from good, filled with despair and death.
Yes, the Heavenly Prison itself was built upon extremely Yin grounds, and the Yin Qi here could also torment the prisoners confined within.
