Castle of Black Iron

Besides Ji Yuelan and Jiang Ruoxin, all the other immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect had been taken out of the jail.

Since Yin-Yang Sect suffered from the catastrophe that night, it was the first time for them to meet each other while being sober-minded.

The dungeon was a bit dim. However, when the doors of the cells were opened and the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect were taken out of there one after another, the aisle in the dungeon became pretty boisterous.

“Master, you’re also here…”

“Younger sister, are you alright…”

“Younger brother, you’re still alive…”

“Mother…”

The former powerful immortal generals had already lost their battle strength. As long as they put on shackles, they had become pretty weak. However, they still looked a bit happy when they saw their fellow apprentices of the same sect.

It was the instinctive response that a person would make on this occasion. However, many among them had not truly understood the situation facing them and what was waiting for them. They even thought that they had an opportunity to win as long as they were alive.

Standing aside from the aisle, Zhang Tie was watching this noisy scene calmly.

As the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect were taken or towed towards the sacrificial altar by the guards of Cyan Dragon Palace, they struggled and glanced over, looking for the familiar faces and screaming. They seized this rare opportunity to communicate with each other.

“Oh, where are we…”

“I have no idea…”

“What happened that night. I lost my consciousness after seeing a golden sparkle…”

“Me too…”

“What happened to those disciples of our sect in Ying Clan’s castle…”

“Elder Xue, Elder Xue is not here. Did something happen to her…”

An immortal general shouted as he finally realized that a familiar one was not among the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect at present.

“Xue Yuxiu has already betrayed Yin-Yang Sect. She’s a traitor. She led these people to our base…” A furious voice drifted from a door of the cell as Ying Canghai was towed out by two guards with a haggard look, his eyes were full of angry sparkling light.

“Ah, head…”

“Head!” all the immortal generals exclaimed as they could barely accept this news…

After hearing that a grand elder became a traitor, all the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect became silent. Compared to the current situation, this news was more unacceptable. Many disciples of Yin-Yang Sect changed their faces greatly. Some male immortal generals wanted to resist; however, those guards beat their bellies, causing them to utter a muffled harrumph and hunch down at once. At the same time, their foreheads oozed sweat drops.

“Younger sister Jiang, younger sister Jiang, are you alright…”

After hearing that voice, Zhang Tie turned around as he saw that a young immortal general of Yin-Yang Sect was moving in the aisle as if he didn’t want to go. With a concerned look, he turned around and watching Jiang Ruoxin with full of anxiety.

At the sight of that male immortal general’s expression, Zhang Tie had immediately realized that this man was definitely lovelorn given his experience and insight.

“Behave yourself. You’re not in Yin-Yang Sect…” A team leader of the guards of Cyan Dragon Palace took a disdainful look at that young man who shouted “Younger Sister Jiang” as he forcefully dragged him, almost causing the latter to fall down.

“Elder Brother Ying, I’m fine. Don’t worry…”

Jiang Ruoxin’s sound drifted from his back. Closely after that, the “Elder Brother Ying” revealed a smile.

Zhang Tie glanced over all the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect one after another. Su Haimei was also among them. However, she looked a bit calmer than the others. She was even a bit elegant and deliberate. She was looking around stealthily as if she wanted to confirm that “Donder” was still with them.

Zhang Tie remained silent.

The sacrificial altar of Cyan Dragon Palace was above the dungeon. However, it was not in the same direction with the space of the hinterland of the mountain where the airboat parked.

Zhang Tie was following the team of immortal generals and watched them being taken into the sacrificial altar of Cyan Dragon Palace.

On the way, some immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect were silent; some were sad; some were moving their eyeballs round and round. They had different expressions. As for those who really realized what might happen in the next such as Ying Canghai and Su Haimei turned more and more solemn.

Only after walking along the winding aisle for a few minutes, they had seen a tall, bronze gate.

Being higher than 20 m and wider than 4 m, this gaze was made of bronze. A relief of vivid cyan dragon was on each half of the gate. Their heads were exposed out of the wall with eyes which appeared to have just been scooped out of the blood pool. They looked grim and carried a bit quirky killing intent with wide mouths, exposing their sharp fangs.

Above the dragon heads, there were a few words——Sacrificial Altar of Cyan Dragon Palace!

At the sight of this gate and the words above it, all the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect felt heart racing as many of them turned pale at once.

Just now, some immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect even thought that they would be interrogated or bought over. However, the words “Sacrificial Altar of Cyan Dragon Palace” shattered their presumptions in a split second. Even idiots knew that sacrificial altar was never a good place for them at this moment.

Two immortal generals in black robe were guarding outside this gate.

Watching the immortal generals of Yin-Yang Sect being taken here by Zhang Tie, the two immortal generals in black robe instantly opened this gate, allowing them in.

The sacrificial altar of Cyan Dragon Palace was a huge space as large as a football court.

The roof, ground and the walls were all covered with a bronzy metal. There were also dense runes on the metal. After entering here, they felt like entering a cauldron. In the center of the ground, there was a sacrificial altar which was over 1 m above ground. 108 bronze columns were circling around the center of this sacrificial altar.

There were iron locks and hoops on the bronze columns which could be used to fix people.

“Fix them onto the bronze columns…” Zhang Tie waved his hand as he sent an order distantly.