In the Nightmare World.
Yang Jian, leading a pack of evil hounds, arrived at the last area of the castle.
This was a spacious conference hall, and its decoration was different from other places, appearing more exquisite. On both sides, there were rows of weapons racks, and the weapons on the racks were all cold weapons: knives, swords, long spears, shields, and the like.
"Is no one here?"
Yang Jian looked around; there wasn't a single person, completely empty. But from the scene, it seemed there had been people here just moments ago because there were still a few drops of fresh blood on the ground, likely having dripped from Lok Sheng and his group.
"All areas of the castle have been searched; this is the last place. If still no one is found, then there's only one possibility left, which is that they have already escaped from the Nightmare World."
"If that's really the case, then it won't be easy to kill them."
