Bright sunshine poured through the vast French windows, at last scattering the gloomy darkness inside the Demon Suppression Tower.
To the left, a new secret chamber had been carved out of the wall.
Su Heng reached out to activate the mechanism.
Buzz!
The wall recessed downwards.
A dark corridor appeared before the two of them.
Following the corridor forward, there was no oil lamp, but a mysterious red light surfaced amidst the darkness.
A rich and pungent odor permeated the air, not unpleasant, but enough to make one feel uneasy.
Li Xunhao stopped in his tracks.
He adjusted his breathing before hurrying to catch up.
At the end of the corridor lay an octagonal chamber, its walls engraved with ancient, mythical beast patterns. A bronze longsword dangled from the cone-shaped ceiling, suppressing the malicious aura and hiding any traces of their presence. At the center of the room, the most conspicuous object was a circular blood pool, over five meters in diameter.
