759. Seventh-Turn Zombie

Li Xiao followed the Token's guidance through several winding, secluded passageways, finally arriving at an even more enormous underground space.

This place was far more expansive than any of the others he had passed through. The Vaulted Ceiling rose so high its top could not be seen, while the surrounding walls were densely covered in runes that radiated an ancient, frigid aura.

At the far end of the space, a heavy stone door stood across his path.

The stone door was covered in fine cracks, and faintly visible through them were dark-red traces, like blood that had dried countless years ago.

The closer Li Xiao drew to the stone door, the hotter the Token in his hand became.

That pull also grew abnormally strong, as though something behind the stone door were responding to the Token's presence and was desperately trying to summon it inside.

Li Xiao did not hesitate. Clenching his fist, he threw a punch.

Under the impact of his vigorous True Qi, the heavy stone door shattered with a thunderous crash. Fragments flew in all directions, raising a cloud of dust.

Behind the stone door was a spacious grand hall. In the center stood an enormous blood pool, its blood thick and dark red, giving off a nauseatingly sweet, fishy stench.

Several thick iron chains coiled around the blood pool. Each was as massive as a Giant Python, its surface covered in intricate runes that intertwined into a vast formation network, firmly sealing the entire blood pool in the center.

And at the very center of the blood pool, a body clad in dark-gold armor hung suspended in the air.

The body had only half of its original form. Everything from the chest down past the waist was incomplete, and dark-gold bones and dried sinews were faintly