Chapter 2565 An Opportunity To Break Out Of Prison

The masters who were exiled here wouldn't yield easily.

Over the years, they had tried every means to leave this place, but they still couldn't get rid of the restraints on their bodies. It felt like they were doomed to just stay and wait for death to come, but they shouldn't be stuck with no choice.

As soon as Zen appeared, they saw a ray of light, a little hope to what they were trying to figure out. He was going to tell them a way to escape this world. It was something the exiles naturally thought was inconceivable.

If it weren't for Zen's special identity, they would have already driven him out and wouldn't give him the chance to speak. His presence stirred up the place, causing doubts and confusion.

"When I first entered this world, I encountered two members of the Warden race," Zen said calmly to the group of exiles.

Thinking for a moment, the oldest man said, "Though they are the managers of this world, the Warden race rarely appears. Even if they show up, they usually disguise themselves by using the phantom theurgy. This way, ordinary people won't notice their existence at all. Are you sure you have met them?"

The Warden race, as its name suggested, was the warden of the prison, making these exiles their prisoners. They were tasked to watch over and make sure no one would escape.

These prisoners did everything and would do unimaginable things in order to get out of this prison. If the people of the Warden race randomly appeared, they would be instantly torn into pieces by the exiles.

In fact, some exiles secretly investigated the lair of the Warden race, hoping this would give them a way out of prison, but got nothing.

The Warden race usually had regular visits planned. Every hundreds of years, they would secretly inspect the bone towers of each race, disguising as phantoms every time. That way, only the powerful exiles could perceive their arrival, and the rest remained clueless.

"Yes, I'm sure it was them." Zen nodded.

"How can you prove it?" the oldest man asked, looking at Zen.

"They showed me the Curse Chain," Zen replied. "And I saw it myself," he said in a sure tone.

Upon hearing this remark from Zen, all the exiles took a deep breath.

The biggest constraint in this prison was the Curse Chain. It was what had been holding them locked up in this world. Even the oldest man, who clearly had supreme strength, could not do anything to cut loose from this invisible Curse Chain.

Feeling confused, Leopold finally stepped up and asked, "I'm curious. Why did the

saw Zen and the masters quietly communicating with each other. Confused as to what important things they were plotting, they couldn't understand why they were talking so secretly and carefully.

At this moment, a person from the Nine Li race came.

"Grand Elder, some special envoys from the Yellow Emperor race come to ask for a meeting."

As soon as he finished with the announcement, he noticed that all of the powerful masters of his race had left the cave and come to the square.

Stunned, he remained standing there in a daze for a while, not knowing what just happened.

It was difficult for him to see any one of them in thousands of years. But today, for some strange reason, all of them appeared at the same time. Why?

Looking at the reporter, Adele asked, "They come for the Sky South Bone Tower, right?"

"Yes, they come to deliver a challenge in writing," the clansman answered.

"I knew they would not let go of this so easily." Adele's face was covered with a layer of cold air.

Upon hearing this, Giacomo and Erik also frowned.

The exiles would not deal with the affairs in the race by themselves. So as the Grand Elder, Adele was in charge of everything.

However, this time, after agreeing to sign the bet with the Yellow Emperor race, her race had lost two talented warriors and fell into a passive position. It was her mistake and it made her very angry.

"Let Adele deal with the matters of our race," the oldest man advised, watching her from afar.

Other than matters concerning their own lives, the exiles wouldn't participate in the fights between the Wild Gods. They naturally chose to avoid getting involved in these things whenever they could.