Red Lei had fallen into a scary and hopeless situation. Ji Hao and the others quietly observed him for a while, then came to the cell next door.
The inner space of this cell was expanded. Thirty-six small scale divine towers stood in the prison, with dazzling light beams flowing on their surfaces. Occasionally, a beam of light would explode, and a giant number of defensive spell symbol would emerge in the air.
These were the preparations done by the non-humankind, added with the altars built by tens of elderly human Maguspriests in every corner of this cell. A barely sensible power had been accumulating in each altar, like some devil gods who used to hide in darkness, patiently waiting for a chance to give their targets a deadly strike.
The powers gathering on the surrounding altars were vague and dark, but from them, Ji Hao sensed an even greater threat than what he sensed from the thirty-six divine towers.