Inside the Demon Immortal Pagoda, the Netherworld Wolf stared at the cell before him in shock. The restrictions had already been lifted for him.
He could walk out of the cell.
"Commander, this? This?" The Netherworld Wolf felt as though he were dreaming.
"I intend to have you serve as a jailer in the Demon-Suppressing Tower. What do you think?" Qin Luo's words struck the Netherworld Wolf like a bolt from the blue.
Happiness had come especially suddenly.
A prisoner locked inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower now had hope of becoming one of its jailers?
"Commander, have you already taken control of the Demon-Suppressing Tower?" the Netherworld Wolf asked uncertainly.
"At the very least, these few levels of the Demon-Suppressing Tower can barely be considered under my control now."
Talking about complete control now was impossible. Unrealistic.
If he encountered other sections of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, they might even knock him back to square one.
But who was Qin Luo? He was a cheater. He could take control of the Demon-Suppressing Tower step by step, little by little. When the other sections came over, he could turn around and infiltrate and control them as well.
The Netherworld Wolf looked at Qin Luo, the reverence in his eyes growing even deeper. He cautiously raised one of his wolf legs and extended it outward.
Alone, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and walked out of the cell, rather than being escorted away by members of the Demon-Slaying Bureau to be bled, tortured, or used for sparring...
He truly wanted to cry at this moment. It had been too hard for him.
Back then, he had thought that by entering the Demon-Suppressing Tower, he could escape the control of the Netherworld. He thought he could trade some of the intelligence and secrets