She’s Just the Eleventh Concubine

Amidst the roars of the beasts and the rumbling sounds of the gears, Pang Ying's screams could be heard faintly.

Under such circumstances, Pang Ying, who had lost her ability to move, had no chance of survival. Even if she was given the sword, she did not have any spiritual energy to control it, not to mention that her legs had been crippled by Zhiying.

The group entered the next level. This was not a passageway, but a spacious hall.

The dark space was illuminated by the Night Pearl, so the top could not be seen, and the end could not be seen. The gray, turbid air was rolling up and down because of their entry, as if it was boiling.

According to the distance he had jumped down, this place was about ten meters high. The white jade slabs on the ground were much cleaner than the passage above, and exquisite patterns were engraved on them. Although they were covered in dust and weeds, they looked much more advanced.