Deep underground, the cold was sharp as a knife.
This place was the darkest, most oppressive part of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
The air was thick with the intermingled stench of rust and despair, enough to make one retch.
In a cramped and eerie cell, Zhang Tianhao was suffering endless torment.
The cell was no more than ten feet across, its four walls made of no ordinary metal or stone.
Embedded within them were numerous Purifying Nightmare Spirit Crystals and Clear and Muddy Spirit Sources.
A faint, ethereal blue light pulsed across the crystals' surfaces, like a person breathing.
Each flicker of light was accompanied by a low hum, as if suppressing a Fierce Beast about to break free from its cage.
In the center of the cell, Zhang Tianhao hung suspended in midair, his limbs spread-eagled, held by four black Profound Iron Chains as thick as a child's arm.
Two of the chains, like vipers striking from a cave, had pierced straight through his collarbones.
