This place was constructed by the ancestor of the man in the black robe. Relying on his descendant status, he concealed himself here, setting up an underground layout. Reaching this point, he was already at his limit, as even he was subject to the constraints of these rules.
The thick, sturdy purple chains on his body were the best proof of this.
At the bottom of the tower, the corpse energy of the deceased from the Xuanmen above seeped down, all absorbed by him, gradually transforming him into a powerful and terrifying Zombie.
He chained himself to prevent losing control and clashing with the rules before the planned time.
Looking at the cracks on the chains and the scratches and dents on the surrounding walls, it was clear that such incidents had happened many times in the past.
Li Zhiyuan pointed to the upper half of his face and asked: "Did you guess that he would give me your ancestor's face?"
Man in the black robe: "He is beyond my control; he is another me.
