The Legendary Man

“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…”

me

“Please…”

sounded, causing Jonathan to feel as if he had suddenly plunged into the depths of hell where all those sentenced to eternal

looked to his left and right in

see the situation on his side of the cell, there were

belonged to the people locked up

Stellario exchanged troubled looks after staring at

how many people were being held captive

sound of a gong echoed

Gong!

noise rang out, waves of ripples

guard, Jonathan and Stellario were

Bang! Bang!

slammed into the wall in the back and slumped to the

ashen-faced, got up from the floor. “Pryncyp? How could the power of Pryncyp exist

the cell vigilantly. Even if they encountered

would consume dozens of times more spiritual energy than

could win if a fight broke out, the absorption of spiritual energy by the formation

feet, carefully perceiving the shockwave that had struck them earlier. “This is not the power of Pryncyp. It should

a shrill voice echoing in the dungeon’s long corridor. “What’s going

outside most likely belonged to the Outer City envoy who was in charge of that dungeon as mentioned by the cultivator in

change your clothes.” Jonathan tossed a storage bag to Stellario

bag at Upriver Village earlier. The bag didn’t contain much, but there were several sets

blind could tell at a glance that Stellario was an outsider by looking at

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

set of

his cap

quiet, it would be hard

only feed you once every three days. Your last meal was provided two days