Bab 1271: Sixth-Tier As the Top

Within Black Prison Tower, amidst the quiet space that was filled with black haze, two figures were rapidly sucked in. One was a tumbling sky wolf, and the other was an Ink Scepter beast—a three-tailed beast that was covered in scales and had three horns on its head. One was Sky Wolf Master; the other was Ink Scepter Master. Both of them were truly ancestral figures among the demons, yet at that moment, both were imprisoned.

"Not good." Sky Wolf Master blinked. Just a moment ago, it had awoken from its illusion to give a sudden shout of objection.

Ink Scepter Master, who was by its side, was also frantic. "Sky Wolf, what should we do? We—we have been imprisoned in that supreme true treasure Black Prison Tower!" Ink Scepter Master was panicking.

"Black Prison Tower…" Sky Wolf Master looked around anxiously.

The space ripples in here were totally cut off from the outside world. Teleportation? God country transportation? No. There was no way they could escape.