Cleolando was being dragged, gradually walking forward.
Her eyes constantly swept the crowd of onlookers.
She saw the Undead whispering among themselves; she recognized some familiar transmigrators, but the woman who promised to save her was nowhere to be seen.
As the escorting team neared the Transformation Grounds, Cleolando's heart surged with increasing panic.
Could it be that Fang Hao regretted it?
Was he considering giving up the rescue due to the difficulty?
Didn't they plan to act along the way?
But so far, no one had appeared.
Various thoughts rose in her mind.
Her mind grew increasingly chaotic, and the shackles on her hands and feet felt heavier.
Finally, hundreds of slaves, chained together, arrived in front of the towering edifice.
This was the place for the ceremony, a well-known building in the city, a towering tower.
A row of Skeleton Priests had been waiting at the door.
