At one of the passages within the Red Stone Prison. Jian Wushuang had an icy-cold expression. As he held the Blood Mountain Sword on his right hand, he walked forward slowly and his eyes remained vigilant regarding his surroundings at all times.
He had already attempted to break open the Red Stone Prison moments ago. However, he discovered that he did not have the ability to do so as he could not even break open the stone wall which was beside him.
Without any choice, he could only follow the passage in front of him and continue walking slowly.
"Although this prison is sturdy, it was still created by an Eternal Real God. With Real God Long Qing's abilities, he should be able to break out in a short while," Jian Wushuang thought to himself.
At that moment, at the front of the passage, two big shadows appeared in front of him.
"Battle puppets?" Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. "Void Real God-level battle puppets."
