"Boom, boom, boom——!"
The Clown King's body was violently hit, emitting a harrowing scream, and finally fell into the depths, with layers of explosions resounding.
The intense airflow caused tremendous ripples throughout the entire space.
The two quickly converged towards Jia Zhenjing, with debris scattered all over the ground.
Even the hundred stone steps were smashed to pieces.
"What do we do now? Do we break out or keep going to see what lies inside?" the old man asked.
Actually, they were all a group of fearless people, and a group of madmen with intense curiosity. They knew well that the Dark Prison was no safe place. Yet in their hearts, a strange thought always surged, driving them to continue the adventure.
"What's your decision?" Jia Zhenjing asked.
"Break in!"
Nangong Shui and the old man almost spoke in unison without thinking.
In the dark, it was as if there was a force tugging at their souls, constantly urging them deeper into the Dark Prison.
