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"Speaking of which, that person named Guan Xilin has been in the Black Prison for quite some time. Is he still alive?"
"Replying to the Demon Lord, Guan Xilin is also a tough guy. He is still alive and well even in a place like the Black Prison. I heard that he killed another demon cultivator in the Black Prison two days ago. No one dares to attack him in there anymore."
"He is indeed a good talent to be able to survive in such a place. It's a pity that he just doesn't obey orders!" The Demon Lord on the main seat said as if talking to himself.
The demon cultivator below heard this but didn't dare to respond. He just knelt there quietly.
"Go, have someone bring Guan Xilin to me. I want to use him to try out the skills I just mastered recently." He waved his hand and signaled the demon cultivator to go back.
"Yes." The demon cultivator responded respectfully, retreating step by step, until he reached the outside of the hall, then he stood up and turned to leave.
At the same time, in the demon clan’s black prison, Guan Xilin, covered in blood and with torn clothes, was leaning against a wall and resting with his eyes closed.
This is the Black Prison, where the demons imprison the demon cultivators who have committed crimes. Inside is a cage made of black iron, but this cage is as big as a yard. There are more than a hundred demon cultivators imprisoned in it, and all of them are extremely vicious.
There is no sunlight in this place, and there is only a faint light shining diagonally inside the entire black prison. Even for monks with high cultivation who can see in the dark, it is difficult to see things clearly here.
Here, you have to be vigilant at all times, because no one knows who may suddenly attack and kill you in the next moment.
The demon cultivators inside stared at the figure resting against the wall, and the bloodthirsty factor in their hearts surged again. No one knew where this man came from. Since he was imprisoned, many people wanted to kill him, but in the end, they all died at his hands.
Perhaps they were shocked by his strength, or perhaps they were afraid of his methods, but two days ago, another unbelieving demon cultivator approached him and was killed. No one among them dared to attack him again.
But even so, I still feel unwilling.
At this time, several demon cultivators discussed in low voices and surrounded them calmly. They didn't even have weapons in here. The only thing they could use as weapons was the bones of some dead demon cultivators...
Everyone inside has a bone that has been sharpened in their hands. It is their weapon, their self-defense tool, and a deadly weapon.
When those demon cultivators suddenly pounced forward and raised the sharp bones in their hands to stab Guan Xilin, Guan Xilin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying light flashed in his sharp and captivating eyes.
A low roar containing internal energy was heard, and he grabbed the wrist of a demon cultivator with one hand. He exerted force in his hand, and the aura of mysterious energy was stimulated along with his attack, breaking the opponent's hand downwards.
There was a sound of bones breaking, unusually crisp. The screams came out very quickly, as if the screamer was silenced the next moment.