Yang Chen ignored him and headed deeper into the dungeon.
By the time he reached the depths of the dungeon, Yang Chen's soul spread out, and he understood what had happened.
Black Soul had imprisoned all the powerful experts of the Northern Territory Sect within the dungeon. If nothing unexpected happened, these powerful experts had been specially classified and were likely meant to be devoured first.
It was simply that the time for devouring them had apparently not yet come, so the people of the Fierce Ghost Sect had not made their move.
As he entered the dungeon, he saw familiar faces from the Northern Territory Sect. The first level held Earth Martial Realm experts, with the occasional early heavenly martial realm martial artist...
Every one of these martial artists had dull eyes and had lost their spirit. Not a trace of life or hope could be sensed from their auras, and there were even vine-like scars on their bodies...
Those scars were horrifying to behold, like earthworms crawling over their skin, sending chills down one's spine.
How could Yang Chen not feel heartache? This was a place he had once regarded as his home.
He truly wished he could kill Black Soul.
For now, he had no intention of saving these people. There were too many prisoners in the dungeon. He had to rescue the most important people first, then slowly work his way down.
"Where are the Merfolk race and the sect master?" Yang Chen demanded.
Black Soul answered through gritted teeth, "They're... they're on the lowest level of the dungeon..."
Yang Chen's expression turned icy. The lowest level of the dungeon had once held people from the Northern Territory Sect who had committed grave crimes, yet now it had become a cage for the Northern Territory Sect's