In fact, everything they were seeing was all incarnations of Guan Mingwang!
Be it the torture instruments that filled the sky or the countless soldiers who were about to rush in, they were all part of Guan Mingwang!
Yet why did Guan Mingwang set up such a Hall of the Dead in this endless prison?
No matter what, there must be only one purpose!
And that was that there was something of utmost importance within the Hall of the Dead!
The Hall of the Dead could be where his heart was!
When Jiang Yiming thought of this, he didn't waste any more time.
He directly struck out a palm, and a streak of sharp spiritual energy reverberated with his palm as the center.
The energy crashed into a few pillars in the hall!
Boom!
The entire hall was shaking.
The plaster and reliefs on the walls of the overall magnificent, albeit eerie hall, started peeling off layer by layer!
Jiang Yiming was greatly delighted.