The imperial capital of the Red Maple Empire.
In the small world that Lu Yuan had entered before, there was a mysterious person in a cloak whose face was hidden under the cloak. In front of the mysterious person, there was a cloud of gray fog, and in the fog, there were 11 black spots of light.
The blood-red eyes under the cloak flickered with light, quietly looking at the 11 Black dots of light.
Behind the cloaked man, Tong Shu kneeled on the ground. His handsome face was covered with black lines, and he looked much older than before.
"My Lord," Tong Shu said, "as you expected, a large number of combat Kings and combat emperors have left the imperial capital to deal with the eleven soul devouring beads. But ... Gu An must have received the news and realized that we're interested in the underground containment room. There should be many battle-monarchs and battle-Kings in the underground containment room."