Space shifted, ripples spreading through it.
This was a deep passage whose end lay beyond sight.
Its depths were utterly silent, like an abyss!
Doors lined both sides of the passage at regular intervals.
"A separate space unto itself!"
Qin Hao stood at the entrance to the passage, his expression astonished.
This was the Second Floor of the Nether Demon Palace!
It was completely different from the hall on the First Floor! The Second Floor was an independent space, seemingly detached from the Nether Demon Palace itself.
"Every room has a restriction. Could this be the Nether Demon Lord's treasury?"
Qin Hao stepped forward, approaching the nearest door on the left.
Hum.
Almost as soon as he approached, a tremendous pressure enveloped him. At the same time, a force pushed back against him, seemingly intent on keeping him out.
"There really is a restriction! But it can't stop me!"
Qin Hao's expression remained unchanged. With a sweep of his right hand, a Treasure Sword shimmering with silver light appeared in his grasp.
The moment the Treasure Sword appeared, it began trembling incessantly, as if trying to break free.
"Now that you're in my hands, settle down and serve me!"
Qin Hao smiled faintly. This Treasure Sword was one of the three Spirit Artifacts. His skin took on a glazed, jade-like hue, and even the bones of his hands became glazed.
His hands gripped the Treasure Sword like pincers, holding it fast and preventing its escape.
"Wind-Rain Sword Domain!"
Qin Hao swung his right hand, bringing the shimmering Treasure Sword down.
With a bang, the restriction at the doorway shattered!
Without hesitation, Qin Hao stepped inside.
The room was small, only about four or five square meters, with a little platform in the center.
It seemed to have once held quite