Timely Retreat!

The lamplight flickered uncertainly.

With every flicker, the surrounding shadows were stretched into unrecognizable shapes.

It looked like a place haunted by ghosts.

But in reality, it was perfectly safe.

After all, this was Blood Robe Fortress.

The fief of Blood Garbed Marquis Bai Yifei.

To this day, no fool had dared come here looking for trouble.

Much less cause a disturbance.

Besides, this was the dungeon.

One of the locations at the heart of Blood Robe Fortress.

Although the very core of Blood Robe Fortress was a forbidden ground whose interior no one knew anything about, and aside from its lord, Blood Garbed Marquis Bai Yifei, everyone who entered had vanished without a trace—not even a corpse or a single bone remained—no one knew what had happened to those who had entered out of curiosity. They only knew that the forbidden ground contained great terror. The dungeon was merely at its edge.

But no matter what.

The enemy could not possibly suddenly fight their way here.

Perhaps one day in the future, the iron cavalry of another empire would trample this place, but the White Armor Army on the perimeter would certainly be the first to fall.

These jailers would still have time to react.

Thus, although these jailers did not dare abandon their posts without authorization.

Their mental state had clearly deteriorated.

They had grown rather lazy.

Though they were not eating or drinking, quite a few wore armor and carried spears, yawning from time to time before staring blankly at the braziers below, paying little attention to their surroundings.

However, they soon paid the price for their carelessness!

Accompanied by a hoarse roar.

Or rather, an inhuman shriek.

The ground suddenly began to shake.

Awakening the more than one hundred jailers stationed there.

One of them, a