Deep in the Mountains

"Lady Li... was this really something the Black Gate Cult could accomplish?" Wu Lie picked up a garment and held it against his chest.

The other two quickly realized it as well.

The four outfits were all different sizes, yet each one fit their builds perfectly.

In other words, from the moment they entered this room, someone had been tracking their movements and had "thoughtfully" prepared perfectly fitting clothes for them.

If the Black Gate Cult possessed such capabilities, how could it possibly have remained dormant for a hundred years?

"My guess is that this is a bridge." Li had already pulled the protective suit over herself.

"A bridge?" Shanhui asked in confusion.

"This woman's voice has not changed from the beginning." Even faced with such an unbelievable situation, the Fox Demon had not overlooked the details. She had noticed that every time the woman repeated those words, even her tone and cadence remained exactly the same. For a normal person, that was practically impossible.

Since a Sound Transmission Device could convert electricity into sound, perhaps there was also a mechanism that continuously supplied electric current, causing the sound to repeat over and over. Li had heard Xia Fan describe the many uses of the Zhen Technique. Her knowledge of electricity was second only to Mo Yun's; though she had never seen it with her own eyes, she had already formed an impression of it in her mind. She realized that this woman might not be a living person at all, but a Zhen Technique mechanism that endlessly repeated the same words.

Her only purpose was to guide those who came here to the Escape Tower.

Whether those arrivals were members of the Black Gate Cult or a scouting team made no difference to her.

This was a bridge that