"What?" Hundred Households Fu followed the man's gaze, and in an instant, he felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
His eyes were also wide open, disbelievingly staring at the scene before him.
He saw...
The prison doors of one cell after another seemed to have been destroyed. The iron bars, thicker than a wrist, were all damaged to varying degrees.
One could vaguely make out signs of a struggle on the floor and walls, though the traces were few.
This...
What on earth happened?!
Even Hundred Households Fu was at a loss. Before descending to the third level of the dungeon, he had imagined all kinds of possibilities.
But.
None of the possibilities he had imagined came to pass.
The scene before his eyes.
Exceeded his imagination.
Exceeded his expectations.
"What happened?" Amidst shock and astonishment, he murmured these four words.
