Trail of the Ancestral Demon

Meanwhile, in the vast prison of the Demon Suppression Division.

At Niu Chengan's command, more than twenty soldiers strained together to operate the mechanism.

The mechanism-controlled stone door of the Demon Suppression Division's Gate of Hai, sealed away for months, slowly opened a crack.

Months ago, a Supernatural Incident had occurred at the Gate of Hai.

The Liang Family's old ancestor had the misfortune of falling victim to it, becoming entangled by the supernatural. Rumor had it that he had yet to escape even now; whether he was dead or alive remained unknown.

According to the Demon Suppression Division's rules, such a perilous place had to be sealed shut completely, its stone door never to be opened again.

No matter what became of the inside, one more stone door separating it meant one more measure of safety.

At the very least, they should have waited another hundred years.

But that was only wishful thinking. Yesterday, the upper ranks of the Demon Suppression Division had issued an order requiring the Gate of Hai to be reopened and its contents inventoried as backup.

Niu Chengan had no choice but to grit his teeth and reopen the stone door.

A thick cloud of foul air spewed from the crack. Niu Chengan and the others remained on high alert and waited for a long while. Only after finding nothing unusual did they open the stone door completely.

The group cautiously began taking stock of the situation inside.

Amid the broken walls and shattered ruins, all was largely silent.

Many demons had vanished without a trace. They had neither escaped nor left behind corpses. Instead, much ash had appeared on the ground, mixed with tiny fragments of bone.

The few surviving demons had been starved down to skin and bones, barely clinging to life. Some