Chapter 1236
“There’s a fighting arena here?” Sterio gazed at the cultivator opposite him in a daze.
Based on theyout 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 ce should just be an uninteresting and high-pressure fortress. Unexpectedly, a fighting
arena existed there.
Subsequently, the cultivator ignored Jonathan and Sterio and merely stared intently at the beef stew
on the floor in silence.
Taking in the cultivator’s demeanor, Jonathan nodded slightly at Sterio.
Sterio 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 Sterio 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 Sterio, he was the sessor 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 shlight 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…” Sterio 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 Sterio 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 Sterio were hit by the ripple and thrown backward.
Bang! Bang!
They mmed into the wall in the back and slumped to the ground.
Sterio, ashen-faced, got up from the floor. “Pryncyp? How could the power of Pryncyp exist here?”
He gazed outside the cell vigntly. Even if they encountered danger at that moment, they didn’t dare
to retaliate.
Even retrieving something from their storage ring would consume dozens of times more spiritual
energy than usual.
Putting aside whether they could win if a fight broke out, the absorption of spiritual energy by the
formation in Yannopolis Outer City was a force they couldn’t resist.
Jonathan got to his feet, carefully perceiving the shockwave that had struck them earlier. “This is not
the power of Pryncyp. It should be a utilization of the formation in the entire dungeon.”
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Amidst their conversation, they heard a shrill voice echoing in the dungeon’s long corridor. “What’s
going on? Are all of you trying to start a rebellion?”
Jonathan and Sterio looked at each other, fathoming the voice outside most likely belonged to the
Outer City envoy who was in charge of that dungeon as mentioned by the cultivator in the opposite cell.
“You should change your clothes.” Jonathan tossed a storage bag to Sterio as he spoke.
Jonathan had snatched the storage bag at Upriver Vige earlier. The bag didn’t contain much, but
there were several sets of beast skin clothes inside.
Anyone who wasn’t blind could tell at a nce that Sterio was an outsider by looking at his
appearance at that moment.
Although the duo didn’t know if there was any difference in treatment received by natives and outsiders
in the dungeon, they figured Yannopolis openly arresting outsiders was undoubtedly bad news.
Without hesitating further, Sterio hastily took out a set of beast skin clothes and put it on.
Then, he removed his cap and tousled his hair.
As long as he kept quiet, it would be hard for others to tell whether he was an outsider.
“You gluttons! Shouldn’t you be aware of the mealtime by now? We’ll only feed you once every three
days. Yourst meal was provided two days ago, so what’s with the fuss?”
The voice grew clearer as the neer approached.
Jonathan squatted in one corner of the cell, holding his breath and waiting in silence for the other party
toe closer.
Sterio, on the other hand, crouched next to Merilyn, holding her arm and examining her wound
quietly.
“D*mn it. What smells so good?”
The prison guard wrinkled his nose as he moved nearer to Jonathan and Sterio’s cell.
Following the scent, the prison guard, holding a whip, gazed into the cell opposite Jonathan and
Sterio. “Marmount, what are you eating?”
Marmount? Is that the cultivator’s name? Squatting in the corner of his cell, Jonathan mused while
staring coldly at the prison guard.
Marmount had been starving for a long time, so now that he had the luxury of savoring delicacies from
the outside world, there was no way he would hand over the food.
Hearing the prison guard’s shout, Marmount immediately poured the remaining beef stew into his
mouth.
Seeing that Marmount paid no attention to him, the prison guard raised his whip andshed the man in
the cell.
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out, followed by Marmount’s wails echoing in the hushed dungeon.
As he shrieked in agony, Marmount spewed out the food he had yet to swallow on the ground.
“D*mn it! I’m talking to you!” the prison guard bellowed while pointing at Marmount.
However, at that moment, Marmount, seemingly having lost his mind, disregarded everything and knelt
on the floor, swiftly picking up the food he had spat out and stuffing them back into his mouth.
The prison guard’s anger intensified as he witnessed that scene.
He repeatedly flogged Marmount’s back with the whip, splitting thetter’s skin and flesh with every
strike.
Perhaps due to his emaciated figure, the whipping resulted incerations so deep that even
Marmount’s bones became visible.
Yet, even so, Marmount ignored everything that was happening and focused only on eating, behaving
as if he would be satisfied even if he were to die after finishing that meal.
Taking in Marmount’s miserable state, Jonathan gradually rose to his feet. “Stop beating him. I was the
one who gave him the food.”