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…”

give me something to

“Please…”

causing Jonathan to feel as if he had suddenly plunged into the depths of hell where all

to his

were

belonged to the people locked

after staring at the seemingly endless stretch

many people were being

sound of

Gong!

the noise rang out, waves of ripples spread quickly along

and Stellario were hit by the

Bang! Bang!

in the back and slumped to

up from the floor. “Pryncyp?

cell vigilantly. Even if they encountered danger at that moment, they didn’t dare

their storage ring would consume dozens

they could win if a fight broke out, the absorption of spiritual energy by the formation in Yannopolis Outer City

not the power of Pryncyp. It

voice echoing in the dungeon’s long corridor. “What’s going on? Are all of you trying to start

to the Outer City envoy

a storage bag to Stellario as he

Village earlier. The bag didn’t

at a glance that Stellario was an outsider by

any difference in treatment received by natives and outsiders in the dungeon, they

a set of beast skin

cap

kept quiet, it would be hard for

We’ll only feed you once every three days. Your last meal was provided