I stared intently at Old Bones as Ye Yang suddenly said, "Don't ask. We don't have time. Open the mechanism first."

We only had the time it takes for one incense stick to burn in each level.

I'd already been entangled with these prisoners and Old Bones for about ten minutes. If we waited any longer, who knew what might happen.

Although I really wanted to stop and gamble with them, to squeeze all their secrets out of them with the little time we had left, that would also easily provoke the ferocity of these desperate men.

If a fight really broke out, the results wouldn't be worth the losses.

I walked over to Ye Yang, who nodded at me slightly, indicating that he was ready to act.

Before Ye Yang could speak, I heard Old Bones cry out in alarm, "This is the Nantian Wang (Southern Heavenly King)! He… how did he become like this?"

"I… I should have thought of it. Only he knows the secret art of Guimen Cang Shen (Hiding in the Gates of Hell)!"

Ye Yang said in a low voice, "When we came in just now, we encountered Guimen Cang Shen."

Later, I learned that the so-called "Guimen Cang Shen" was a secret art set up on the door, hiding it. When the pursuers came, not only would the door be gone, but even the surrounding environment would change.

The pursuers would be like encountering a ghost wall, endlessly circling around. By the time they were dizzy and disoriented, those hiding in the Gates of Hell would be able to escape.

However, the secret art of Guimen Cang Shen couldn't be used just anywhere.

It could only be activated in places full of rooms or corridors.

Someone echoed Old Bones, "Isn't Guimen Cang Shen for dealing with pursuers? Before he died, the Nantian Wang was guarding against something behind him."

That person's words immediately sent a shiver down everyone's spines.

Didn't that mean the real danger wasn't coming from within the dungeon, but from behind us?

I quickly asked, "When you were above, besides the poisonous gas and the collapse of the cells, what else did you encounter?"

"We didn't encounter anything? It's already a mess up there. If we encountered anything else, how could we have survived?" Before Old Bones finished speaking, a sound like hard objects scraping against the ground echoed from the entrance of the prison.

The sound was like someone dragging two wooden sticks on the ground.

It made your scalp crawl.

A prisoner standing near the door suddenly exclaimed in joy, "Boss Ta is back! I'll open the door."

I then realized that both of Half-Tower's legs only had bone left. Wasn't that sound the sound of bones scraping against the ground?

Just now, my attention had been focused on the dungeon, and I hadn't considered a question. When a person's limbs are broken, the bones don't just stick out.

If bones were always exposed outside the body, how could a person survive?

"Don't go!" Old Bones shouted sharply, "Can you be sure that it's really Half-Tower outside? Is it a dead man, or a living man?"

Although Old Bones was sternly stopping him, that person rushed towards the door regardless.

That person's actions were understandable. In the martial world, whoever is your boss, you take care of yourself.

There were only two leaders in the entire Iron Prison. Half-Tower was gone, but Old Bones was still there. And Old Bones hadn't indicated that he would accept Half-Tower's subordinates. Those people would naturally become orphans. If they encountered danger, they might be sent to the front as cannon fodder.

Now that their leader was back, how could they not be happy? How could they not want him to come in quickly and take charge?

One of Old Bones' men couldn't stop him in time, and the man opened the door.

As everyone's eyes focused on that person, he was instantly severed in two at the waist as the door opened. As his legs fell towards the stairs in the direction of the door, they were suddenly grabbed by the belt and dragged out.

The upper half of his body fell directly onto the stairs.

I clearly saw that person struggling to climb up, shouting, "Give me back my legs! Give me back my legs!"

Until that person completely crawled out of the door, the door of the prison corridor closed again. Fresh red blood flowed out from the crack in the door.

The secret room was silent for a moment. After a few seconds, someone said in a trembling voice, "Is… is our time on this level almost up?"

I suddenly turned back to look at the dead man circling in the open space, only to see that he was not only spinning faster and faster, but also in an ever-decreasing circle.

A few seconds later, the person began to spin clockwise in place.

I glanced at Ye Yang, who nodded at me.

While I was dealing with those people, he had remained silent, all the while working to decipher the mechanism of this level.

As the person's spinning speed increased, their expression also changed.

The corpse, which had previously been expressionless, revealed a grotesque smile in a short moment.

The corners of their upturned mouth stretched all the way to their ears, as if the corners of their mouth had been forcibly torn open, and blood streamed down, staining half of their shirt red in a moment.