As they spoke, a sound of chains dragging across the ground echoed from outside.
A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
His presence blocked out the only light in the dim room completely.
It was only when he gradually walked closer that Han Zhan managed to see the man's features clearly.
He was human too, but at least two meters tall, with skin that gleamed with a metallic sheen in the weak light.
Behind him, several normal humans were being dragged with iron chains; judging by their half-dead appearance, they must also be captives of the Jiuli.
Clang.
The door was opened.
Han Zhan felt a powerful force pull him out suddenly.
He was hauled out of the room, just like the others.
From darkness to blinding light, after a brief moment of disorientation, Han Zhan's eyes gradually adjusted, and he could see the surroundings clearly.
The forest was dense, with towering trees.
