Chapter 166
I move quietly down the halls in the back of the warehouse, looking for the stairs that should lead to the basement prison, mindful of any remaining cultivators.
There’s a thick streak of blood from where I fought the second Immortal, leading to a window where they jumped out to escape. I make sure to be cautious of their return, a single Regeneration Pill and they’ll be at full form and not so easily taken by surprise this time.
I find no others left alive in the building before coming across the stairs. even the wailing of the Boss has ended, he opted to end his life instead of living without his cultivation.
They’re a standard set of basement stairs, creaky wood into a concrete looking underground room. I light the torches as I descend, wishing I would have brought a magical light. Lycan eyes don’t need much light, and can pick up basic thermal signatures as part of our night vision, but it’s better if I can properly see.
There’s ten so called rooms here. Round holes dug into the floor with heavy grates on top. Is this where they wanted to put me? I could jump up that high, and my claws would make short work of the gate. Maybe they had more drugs, to limit my energy usage?
Two of the ten have people in them. One young adult barely into the Fortification Realm and one child, about ten years old going by size alone, that is at the third stage of the Foundation Realm.
"You guys want out? The idiotic Sect is gone for the moment." I call.
"If you would, please. A young man’s ragged voice calls, while the other only makes a squeaking noise. I’ll take that as two yes answers.
I free them both, lifting the man up and jumping in to lift the girl out. She looks awful, like she’s been in here a while. And smells worse, but that can wait until we’re at least somewhere safe.