Apparently, to resist the aura of the giant sword, the unassuming little turtle before them had transformed into his true form.
At the sight of this, all the demons were instantly left with nothing but shock and despair.
This was only the eighth level, and the creature imprisoned here was already so terrifyingly powerful. What about the next level?
No wonder not a single creature had ever managed to break out since this place was built.
The last three levels held beings who were simply too terrifying.
Yet at that moment, another question arose in everyone's minds. If the prisoners on the eighth level were already this powerful, then the one on the tenth and final level was the strongest being here. Who would he have to fight to get out?
Of course, even though the demons were full of questions, none of them dared to ask under the circumstances.
"Fellow Daoist, that's enough. Put away your aura. If you really want to fight me to the death, it's still anyone's guess who'll come out on top. Are you trying to break out of here?"
The giant sword had roused the little turtle from his slumber, so naturally he was displeased. But after sensing the giant sword's powerful aura, he could only suppress his irritation and speak.
"Indeed, you're right. I don't want to fight you to the death either, but I don't know how to get out of here, so I have no choice but to ask you."
The giant sword immediately withdrew its earth-shaking aura and took human form as it spoke.
Hearing the giant sword's words, the little turtle also reined in his aura and dispelled his Dharma form. "There are only two ways out: fight your way through, or perform a blood sacrifice with Golden Crow