Pompeii City, inner city...the inner-city castle.
Unlike the situation with the True Dragon of Shenzhou, after being separated by the castle's constant changes, Huiyao, Baelgong, and Kuroroa had experienced many upheavals together.
The legendary werewolf hero was already nearing the end of his strength. His slightly disordered breathing and sweaty forehead both testified to how bad his condition was. "Bloodsucker, is this damn place really somewhere we came all those years ago?"
At Kuroroa's question, Baelgong merely frowned deeply. "Kuroroa, do you remember how to reach the last room we got to back then?"
"Of course! How could I possibly forget that route..." But he quickly fell silent, because he could no longer find the path they had taken. "The terrain here has been changing constantly!"
Baelgong shook his head, then looked toward Huiyao Tower Master... Huiyao still appeared calm and composed. Though they had encountered quite a few dangers along the way, he seemed to have expended very little energy.
After the great battle a century ago, the victorious allied forces had obtained several items from the castle that could be called artifacts... Apart from the legendary Holy Spear, Huiyao also knew that the Magician's Association had obtained another spoils of war.
Outsiders did not know what exactly it was, just as they could not know the specific function of the spoils in his own possession.
But Baelgong had learned through special channels that the second spoils of war kept by the association seemed capable of granting someone nearly limitless magical power... Perhaps that was why Huiyao Tower Master appeared to have expended nothing.
"Seventy-six times." At that moment, Huiyao, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke. "Since we entered, this place has changed seventy-six times. There is no pattern whatsoever; everything is random. That's why we've been unable to