Guardian God

There was a dungeon hidden under the She Clan. There were hundreds of human cultivators imprisoned in rows in the dungeon. These human cultivators were withered and thin. Their skin had turned green and gray, and there was no sign of life in their eyes. They didn't know how long they had been imprisoned here, but they had been living in this dark place. They watched their clansmen die every day and their corpses were dragged away.

The door to the dungeon suddenly opened. A familiar voice. Their hearts had long since calmed. However, the footsteps this time were very messy. In the past, there were only two members of the She clan who would casually throw some food at them.

But there seemed to be a lot of people today. They entered the dungeon through a long, narrow passageway lined with cells. After walking out of the passageway, they arrived at a circular pit.