After Ye Wen shut the door, the Pixiu inside began roaring in despair. Although it had never seen what the inside of the Demon Suppressing Tower was like, surely it had heard the stories?
And so, a stream of curses and imprecations poured out from inside.
Ye Wen ignored the Pixiu completely and returned to the space connecting the upper and lower passageways.
He had planned to come to the Demon Suppressing Tower last time, but the Demon Race had attacked the city and been driven back by the Human Race, leaving him no opportunity. He had also kept getting delayed lately, and finally, today, he had made it to the Demon Suppressing Tower.
Ye Wen inspected the floors one by one again. It was on the third floor that he found a trace.
A dead member of the Demon Race lay there. Its rotting corpse had long since become impossible to identify by species. As the door opened, it disintegrated into dust.
Ye Wen went to the eighth floor again. He still remembered that an Old Demon Dragon had been imprisoned on the eighth floor of Xingyu's Demon Suppressing Tower.
According to what the Demonic Beasts that had attacked the city last time had said, an Old Poisonous Snake should be imprisoned on this floor. A Ninth Rank Peak Old Poisonous Snake—who knew how much strength it still had?
Ye Wen pushed open the stone door that had been shut for ten thousand years and entered the eighth floor.
It was much like the one in Xingyu: a huge pillar stood in the middle, with an enormous black snake coiled around it.
Perhaps it wasn't much smaller than Old Azure Dragon, Ye Wen concluded after carefully sizing it up.
The Great Black Snake sensed that the door had opened.