“There’s a fighting arena here?” Stellario gazed at the cultivator opposite him in a daze.
Based on the layout of the small world Jonathan had pictured in his mind, Yannopolis functioned like the capital, and the Outer City was like a garrison camp.
The residents of the Outer City consisted of soldiers who were known as Yannopolis envoys. Jonathan figured that place should just be an uninteresting and high-pressure fortress. Unexpectedly, a fighting arena existed there.
Subsequently, the cultivator ignored Jonathan and Stellario and merely stared intently at the beef stew on the floor in silence.
Taking in the cultivator’s demeanor, Jonathan nodded slightly at Stellario.
Stellario used his spiritual energy to summon a few insects from his fingertips. The insects carried the beef stew and crawled toward the opposite side.
That cultivator stretched out his withered hands to pick up the beef stew and started wolfing down the food, disregarding how hot the stew was.
Seeing the way the cultivator devoured the beef stew, Jonathan and Stellario felt sorry for him. How hungry must one be to gobble up food in such a desperate manner?
In the outside world, the worst food shortage Jonathan had ever experienced was when he was trapped inside the mountain with Karl and the others for nearly twenty days while restoring peace at Doveston.
During that period, however, they could at least fill their stomachs with potatoes and sweet potatoes.
As for Stellario, he was the successor of the Mallory family, so he had never starved once since childhood.
Therefore, how could he possibly understand the bitterness and sufferings endured by the cultivator before them?
Jonathan took out a bottle of mineral water and tossed it into the opposite cell.
“Here’s some water. Unscrew the cap to drink,” he uttered.
However, after he finished his sentence, rustling noises and the dragging sound of iron chains rang in the surroundings.
Jonathan shone his military flashlight to both sides and noticed countless haggard, lifeless faces emerging, crowding at the bars of the cells opposite.
Those seemingly empty cells were actually filled with imprisoned cultivators.
“Water…”
“Food…”
“Please give me something to eat…”
“Please…”
A series of feeble pleas sounded, causing Jonathan to feel as if he had suddenly plunged into the depths of hell where all those sentenced to eternal starvation were being punished.
“Jon…” Stellario looked to his left and right in bewilderment.
Although he couldn’t see the situation on his side of the cell, there were several withered arms sticking out on the walls of both sides of the cell.
Those hands belonged to the people locked up inside the neighboring cells.
Jonathan and Stellario exchanged troubled looks after staring at the seemingly endless stretch of prison cells.
They couldn’t help but wonder how many people were being held captive in that dungeon.
Just then, the crisp sound of a gong echoed inside the dungeon.
Gong!
As the noise rang out, waves of ripples spread quickly along the corridor of the dungeon.
Caught off guard, Jonathan and Stellario were hit by the ripple and thrown backward.
Bang! Bang!
They slammed into the wall in the back and slumped to the ground.
Stellario, ashen-faced, got up from the floor. “Pryncyp? How could the power of Pryncyp exist here?”
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