Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The crisp and hollow sound of footsteps echoed in a deep corridor.
A witch cloaked in wide robes strolled within, holding a heavy law book in her arms. Although the pages were not open, a faint glow seeped out from the closed edges, occasionally flickering, as if a frog inside was desperately trying to leap out by lifting the pages.
Shi Hui knew there was no frog in her law book, just as she was completely certain that this corridor did not belong to the Black Prison Castle.
Despite this corridor possessing a similar eerie and dark aura to that of the Black Prison Castle,
the witch clearly remembered dragging the Sea Demon King Xiang Liu out of that ancient castle, into the pre-arranged battlefield, a bubble microcosm already in ruins, which the divination group had planned beforehand.
In theory, this microcosm should have been completely dark, silent, devoid of any life, with no ancient castle, and certainly not this long corridor before her.
