The ancient prison region had descended into chaos.
Seals shattered one after another, and cell after cell burst open. Battle cries, roars, and the clash of weapons merged into one deafening din.
Ge Gan charged at the front.
He swept through the region unchecked. Wherever his stone arm struck, the guards in his path could not withstand a single blow. Some were sent flying; others were seized outright. Not one could match him.
Wang Xuan followed behind him.
His Supreme Divine Sense spread outward, sweeping through the layers of cells like a tide. Under his Divine Sense, even the most obscure King Realm seals were easily found and erased.
The prisoners who escaped showed no restraint after regaining their freedom. Red-eyed, they joined the chaos instead.
Blood and fire flew together.
Sin and chaos danced as one.
Yet from beginning to end, not a single Otherworld King appeared amid this overwhelming turmoil.
Everything went far too smoothly.
For Wang Xuan in particular, it was hardly surprising. He had already fought his way through the entire Otherworld. This was merely a prison where it held powerful captives.
The two pressed onward until they reached the very bottom of the prison.
"Rooaar!"
Just then, a figure burst from the largest cell in the deepest reaches.
It was an old dragon.
He was gaunt, with scales peeling from his body and old wounds covering him. The pair of dragon wings on his back had been broken and hung limply at his sides.
But his dragon eyes were bloodred.
There was no spark of awareness in them, no trace of reason—only the rawest animal instinct and an overwhelming thirst for slaughter.
"Roar! Roar!"
The Old Dragon roared again and again, his voice shaking the surrounding land. The moment he escaped, he lunged at every