The lights were dim, the light of the night pearl was twinkling, and it was extremely cold.
Climbing up the stairs, Yun Zhao knocked on a wall standing in front of him.
The wall immediately opened, revealing a door.
Yun Zhao walked slowly in, and the entire right hall below was completely displayed in his eyes.
It was a mess. In the short time it took him to walk up the steps, all the exquisite decorations and carvings in the right hall were destroyed by the angry Golden Lord.
The square iron gate made of fine iron also bears many marks.
A sneer flashed in his eyes.
The ancestral imperial mausoleum of the Snow Saint Kingdom was built with countless efforts, let alone one of the six deities of Hades Island.
Even if all six of you on Hades Island are here, you can't even think of breaking out from this place.
With a cold look in his eyes, Yun Zhao looked down at the Jin Zun who was frantically attacking the square iron door, and pressed his hand slightly on the wall.
In an instant, the complete ground below slowly opened a crack in the middle at a visible speed, and then began to slowly open to both sides.
In the right hall below, Jin Zun, who was desperately attacking the iron gate, saw this strange scene and immediately turned around to look at the place where the accident happened.
The ground slowly opened up, revealing a dark cold light below.
Under the light of the luminous pearl on the wall of the right hall, it looked extremely cold and sharp.
Under the cracked ground, countless irregularly rotating sharp knives were slowly revealing their true colors.
The light of the knife was cold, and the sharp blade glowed coldly under the light of the night pearl.
There was a trace of darkness on it, which was due to the poison.
Thousands of rotary knives that have been poisoned.
Jin Zun's expression suddenly changed.
The ground is getting wider and wider, merging towards the left and right, and the ground on which Your Highness can stand is getting less and less.