Yu Xunge slumped onto the Throne, her right elbow braced on the armrest as her hand pressed tightly over her right eye.
At that moment, she had no energy whatsoever to use soul fire to resurrect the beings who had died under the Eye of Surveillance.
She really had nearly buckled, not only because of the Eye of Surveillance's sharply increased aggression, but also because, not long after the battle began, the five-thousandth prison had been fully transformed into a world.
And with the emergence of five thousand worlds, her right eye had undergone a tremendous change.
Cube, Flower Branch, Acorn, Fox Tail, Candle Flame, Mountain Isle... the symbols of one world after another flashed in her eye.
She had sent out the world's sigh and received the prisoner's whisper.
The prisoners did not like chatting with their neighbors, not only because of language barriers, but also because their neighbors kept changing. Yet too much silence could drive living beings to despair, so there were always some prisoners who chose to talk to themselves to keep from going mad.
And these unrelated echoes of whispers had been preserved within the prisons.
"Day 5,921."
"Created a skill today. Too bad I couldn't keep it."
"A lucky day. The opponent I met in the Prisoner Game wasn't one of my own kind!"
"If meeting my own kind in the Prisoner Game is the only way to speak my native language, I'd rather never speak again."
"Rotation number."
"A prisoner created a chat group. Only beings who have been imprisoned for more than five thousand days are eligible to receive an invitation."
"I heard someone created a jailbreak group. I wonder how I can get an invitation."
"Today's game reward was a wish. I asked the Inspector, 'What crime did I commit?' The