Prisoner Chila gripped Dragon Slayer Flash in one hand. His rotting, withered face showed no expression. The necrotic muscles beneath his skin had formed stripes, lacking elasticity yet unusually hard.
Although the Hair-Misery King had a negative impression of Su Xiao, she knew she couldn't just stand by and watch. Just as she was about to advance with her sword, the Old Shaman raised a hand to stop her.
"If you don't want to die, don't approach Chila. Without the Black King's Shelter, you'll definitely die."
The Old Shaman wasn't joking. Dead Silent City wasn't a place that nurtured monsters, but a huge "cage." Its inhabitants wouldn't weaken after leaving Dead Silent City. Instead, they could affect the vitality of other living beings.
Take Zos, for example. He had just been in close contact with Prisoner Chila, and now his face was bloodless. He was so weak that he could barely stand.
Su Xiao could confront Prisoner Chila because of the Black's Fall Sacrifice. This piece of equipment was helping Su Xiao repel a certain fluctuation. It wasn't energy, but a fluctuation capable of affecting the vitality of living beings.
Go back. Get back. This place doesn't belong to you. This is the territory of the living. We order you to go back!
Confused muttering arose around them. Prisoner Chila clutched his head with one hand. After releasing Dragon Slayer Flash, he staggered backward several steps before finally retreating to the entrance of a shop.
Gray-black threads surged from Prisoner Chila's arm and climbed over the wooden door. The door's material changed, turning into a metal door covered in black rust.
Rumble...
The black-rusted door opened, and Prisoner Chila shuffled inside. Through the gap beside him, Su Xiao saw a large cluster of buildings within. Their style was strange; every