The pregnant women who were first imprisoned here exchanged glances.
They had already witnessed the arrival and death of two batches of escorts, vaguely understanding that this person was lying in wait.
This realization extinguished the flame of hope that had just ignited in their eyes.
"It's the Spirit Severing Realm..."
Someone whispered softly, voice full of despair.
The presence that could easily slay a Divinity Transformation Realm won't let them go, which only signified one thing: they were all to be cleared as witnesses.
The female cultivators within the iron cage immediately curled up, some started sobbing silently.
They truly couldn't understand who they had offended.
Or what conspiracy they had gotten caught up in to end up in such a plight.
Three days later, the familiar roar sounded from outside the mountain again.
The restriction runes on the stone gates lit up one by one, casting an eerie red glow in the darkness.
