"These are your room number tokens. You may use them to enter your respective rooms."
At that moment, the young demon Adolf took out several palm-sized tokens from his person. They were dark gold in color, made of an unknown material, and contained the power of mysterious restriction formations. "These number tokens are equivalent to room keys. You can bind them with your blood. Apart from yourselves, no one can use these tokens unless you die, at which point the tokens will automatically become invalid."
Hearing this, Vaslai and the other demon lords subconsciously took the number tokens Adolf handed over.
By then, Vaslai's body seemed to have recovered as well. With the physique of a peak ancient demon, a single hell lightning punishment was not enough to inflict fatal harm upon it.
Moreover, the young demon Adolf had merely intended to warn Vaslai, not kill it.
Thus, after only a brief moment, it climbed back to its feet.
Yet it no longer dared act arrogantly toward Adolf, becoming far more low-key and cautious.
"Interesting."
Xia Ping was naturally no exception. He swiftly refined the number token, and at once, his soul seemed to form a mysterious spiritual connection with it.
Vaguely, he seemed able to sense the precise location of his room. A map of the base surfaced in the depths of his sea of consciousness, along with the layout of most areas.
"Alright. Since you have refined the number tokens, I trust you have sensed the map appearing in your sea of consciousness. Following this map of the base, you can find your own rooms. My guidance ends here. If there is anything you do not understand, feel free to ask me."
The young demon Adolf said indifferently, "Oh, and there is one more thing I need to