Lin Mu listened quietly, as he had already expected something similar. From the prisoners' perspective, the crystal skull certainly represented their deity, their guardian, their executioner, their only source of certainty.
But from Lin Mu's observations, things looked rather different. He had never sensed genuine demonic energy. Nor had he sensed the aura of an ancient demon spirit. Everything pointed toward another possibility.
Some sort of ancient formation.
Perhaps one designed to harvest vitality or perhaps one powered through blood sacrifices. The exact purpose remained uncertain. Even so, Lin Mu possessed enough experience with formations to recognize several familiar traces.
He chose to remain silent as interrupting the prisoner would accomplish nothing.
The man continued.
"I've lived in the Mad Demon Depths for..." He briefly paused while calculating. "...Four Pools and Nineteen Fingernails."
Lin Mu immediately raised a hand. "Wait."
