Su Linglong approached the black iron gate, her vermilion lips slightly parting.
"Tao King once said, 'Divine Skills can determine Cause and Effect.'"
No sooner had her words fallen than the black iron gate slowly opened, and the blotchy ancient images on it also began to turn, as if a great dragon was winding and twisting.
A chilling breath rushed towards them, as if a cold wind rising from the depths of Nine Nether, sending shivers down one's spine without the cold.
"Such a strong demonic energy..."
Big Carp stuck close to Zhoudao's back, trembling rhythmically.
"How many demon beasts are locked up in here?" Zhoudao couldn't help asking.
Even with his cultivation, he was unable to perceive the full extent of the Demon Prison, just as he had felt in the Black Prison that day.
"No one knows except for the Chief Warden," Su Linglong spoke softly.
The Demon Prison is not simply a prison; its interior is extremely vast and complicated.