Zhang Fatty was covered in blood, his huge and stout figure resembling a bear in the darkness. He gasped for breath heavily, it was unclear if he was conscious.,"There's also something on the second floor…" I pointed upwards.,I set up a purification altar on the first floor of this underground building, cleansing the centuries-old resentment and blood qi that permeated it. However, Zheng Daochang's hidden barrier on the second floor seemed to remain unaffected. The entire structure still held a strange and secretive aura.。