The cold rust smell and the damp musty smell mixed together and penetrated into Gu Chen's nose.
He struggled to open his eyes and focused his vision in the dim dungeon for a few seconds before he saw the chains that ran through his hands.
That's no ordinary iron.
The dark chain was densely engraved with silver forbidden demon patterns, like countless greedy insects, frantically devouring every ounce of divine power in his body.
Severe pain spread from his palms to his limbs, and the bones seemed to be filled with hot gravel.
Gu Chen was once the youngest and most talented prophet in the temple.
