All three of them entered the main hall of the Devil Cult, and immediately sensed something was amiss; all other doors and windows had been sealed shut, blocking out the light, and casting the room into deep darkness, befitting the name of the Devil Cult.
Because the main door was open, there was still some light filtering in, and they could see a figure sitting on the dais with legs crossed, looking quite pleased, as if eagerly awaiting Jian Shen and his companions' arrival.
Lin Xi didn't mince her words and immediately demanded, "You must be the Devil Incarnate of the Devil Cult, right? Speak up, where have you imprisoned Jian Shen's master?"
Mo Yun stood right beside the Devil Incarnate, looking smug, and pointed to the side.
Jian Shen, Lin Xi, and Lu Bei looked over and saw a person bound in a corner of the great hall. Due to the darkness, they could not make out the face, but could feel that his head was drooping, hanging on to life by a thread.