The last rays of the setting sun fell upon the mottled stone walls of the Prison-Suppressing Department, casting a harsh and glaring red glow over the dried bloodstains. Standing at the foot of the stone steps, Ling Xiao looked up at the grim and gloomy building, his brow slightly furrowed. His Void-Piercing Demonic Pupils vaguely caught sight of the flowing blood-red patterns along the wall—those bizarre arrays were far more active than they had been during his last visit.
Lingyin tightly clutched the money pouch containing five million Spirit Stones, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her tail swept uneasily, and her ears twitched from time to time, picking up the sounds from all around.
"Big Brother Ling, can we... really rescue my cousin?" Lingyin asked in a small voice, uncertainty flickering in her amber eyes.
Chapter 787