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

“Please…”

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

looked to his left and right

there were several withered arms sticking out on the walls of both sides

to the people

Stellario exchanged troubled looks after staring at the seemingly endless stretch of prison

how many people were being held

sound of a gong echoed inside the

Gong!

of ripples spread

were hit by

Bang! Bang!

the wall in the back and slumped to

up from the floor. “Pryncyp? How could the power

vigilantly. Even if they encountered danger at that moment, they

their storage ring would consume dozens of times

out, the absorption of spiritual energy

“This is not the power of Pryncyp. It should

the dungeon’s long corridor.

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

should change your clothes.” Jonathan tossed a

earlier. The bag didn’t contain much, but

Stellario was an outsider by

treatment received by natives and outsiders in the dungeon, they figured Yannopolis

hesitating further, Stellario hastily took out a set of

removed his cap

long as he kept quiet, it would be hard for others to tell

by now? We’ll only feed you once every three days. Your last meal was