Luo Ziyun had been trapped in the quaint, antique room for a very long time.
She had lost contact with her companions ever since she found the War Relics after countless hardships and entered its stone hall.
Now, she was trapped in this seemingly simple room, unable to take even a single step out.
This wasn't a room at all, but some kind of Array. Even with over five hundred years of experience, Luo Ziyun couldn't find a single flaw in it.
'It's over.' She was under someone's control, imprisoned.
Soon, a bizarre scene materialized in her room: her companions were being brutally murdered one by one, their heads severed from their bodies.
The bloody heads were either strung up for display or buried in a swamp.
Another was annihilated, reduced to nothing but dust.
Luo Ziyun felt like she was going insane. 'What terrifying Fierce Beast is in these relics?'
'Why is it so strong?'
