"Trevor Ye, Trevor Ye, wake up! Trevor Ye!" A sharp female voice was calling his name in fear, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "I am Iris Zhao, I am Iris Zhao, Trevor Ye!"
Trevor Ye woke up with a startle from the pain, only to find that he was in a completely unfamiliar environment. He was surrounded by gray fog, as if countless souls were blocked and unable to escape. The patterns on the wall were unpredictable, making it very easy for people to be trapped inside. Before Trevor Ye could take a closer look, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
In front of him, there was a woman with tears and blood, half of her face was disfigured, her dress was torn, and her body was covered with wounds. It was Ye Iris Zhao.
"Is this... inside the cauldron? How can you..." Trevor Ye felt no pain as the chaotic mist-like flames burned his body. Fortunately, the clothes on his body were of extraordinary quality, so he was not as embarrassed as Ye Iris Zhao.
Although the fire in the ancient sacrificial cauldron is not as strong as that in the Soul-Locking Tower, it is said that the restrictions inside it are extremely strange and can trace back to the source, making people immersed in the past and lose their minds, and robbing people of their blood, energy and spiritual power until death.
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