"Thump, thump...."
Accompanied by the soft sound of a heartbeat, a ring of formation patterns emerged behind the woman enveloped in the aura of death, unbeknownst to the middle-aged man from the corner of his eye.
The sanctified light instantly dispelled all darkness in the cramped prison cell, and the woman's pervasive aura of death also began to dissipate rapidly under the illumination.
In an instant, the sound of her faint heartbeats became vigorous and powerful, and her enlarged azure pupils swiftly contracted to their original size.
The middle-aged man's gaze shifted from anxiety to seriousness.
Compared to Guest Elders who spent years on external missions, the mortality rate within the Black Prison was so low it was almost negligible. However, if danger arose, the likelihood of death was almost certainty.
And today, it seemed he had hit the jackpot.
"Buzz—"