Just then, "Bang!" the heavy door was pushed open, and in the long corridor appeared a tall Dragon Guard clad in black armor, whose gaze briefly scrutinized Zhao Qingfeng.
Although the strength of this incarnation was inferior to the main body, Zhao Qingfeng's insights remained intact.
At this moment, he actually felt a hint of oppressive force emanating from the Dragon Guard, and he inwardly exclaimed in horror. The underlings of the Demon Dragon were simply a bunch of monsters; any one of them could strut around the outside world with impunity.
"The Lord has agreed to meet with you. Follow behind me, and don't look around," the black-armored Dragon Guard said coldly, then turned and strode forward.
Zhao Qingfeng let out a huge sigh of relief and followed quickly.
They arrived at a room deep within the building.
The floor here was thick, and the surrounding walls provided good sound insulation.
