"This sound, it should be solid inside, why did blood flow out when I struck it with my palm?"
Lin Zifeng murmured to himself, lifting his head to stare at the dim slab above, a peculiar thought suddenly rising in his mind.
Could it be... this Human Sacrifice Tower has become sentient?
As Lin Zifeng shook his head in amusement at his own inexplicable notion, the wooden door, originally shut when the two had entered, emitted a grating, low sound.
"Creak..."
Accompanying the opening door was a cold gleam filled with murderous intent!
"Swish..."
The cold gleam swept through the air like wind within the tower, directly targeting Lin Zifeng's face.
Seeing the dagger so close to him, Lin Zifeng's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly moved to Dongfang Ziyue's side.
Upon landing, Xiluo's mocking laughter filled his ears: "Hehe... It seems I guessed right. You, swine, sure have some skills."
