บท 167: Chapter 167: Passive Skill Mastery?

Meanwhile, back at the prison, under the shroud of night, the prison's decaying structures emerged from the shadows, bearing witness to years of abandonment and neglect. 

Its towering walls, once an imposing barrier, had surrendered to the relentless passage of time and the encroaching forces of nature. Countless eerie growls from the Blood Slaves reverberated through the aged walls. 

Some of these wretched beings scaled the walls using the gnarled vines and ivy that had claimed the moss-covered stone walls, as if reclaiming the fortress-like structure for the encroaching forest.

  Yet, it appeared that neither Tang Xuan's group nor the prison's owner paid heed to the Blood Slaves, who besieged the prison and almost succeeded in breaching its defenses.

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