Please Accept Me as a Disciple, Please Let Me Grow Strong!
"Phew, phew!"
Inside the Soul Suppressing Tower, Erya stood with her hands on her hips, breathing a little heavily.
Various props lay scattered across the ground, all dull and faded. Clearly, the energy infused within them had been completely squandered.
"Terrifying!"
Zhao Doudou said with a face full of fear, "Too terrifying!"
During his time in prison, he had seen Erya recharge all kinds of props, but they usually lasted ten days to half a month. Now, after just one day and against only one target, they had all run out. Just how much energy had she poured into them!
Every prisoner who had been disciplined and tortured was now trembling with chattering teeth and numb scalps.
The Dark Demon King was still bound by ropes and hanging in midair. Its body was covered in distinct wounds, each one bringing pain that reached the soul.
It had not experienced this for several thousand years. Now, it was being disciplined once more—same recipe, same taste.
"Gr... Granny..."
The Dark Demon King said weakly, "I... I was wrong... I'll never dare again..."
The grand entrance and aura befitting a major villain had long since vanished without a trace.
"What were you wrong about?"
"W-Wrong for breaking the seal and bringing disaster upon the world."
Smack!
Erya raised the Soul Suppressing Whip and lashed it down fiercely, her almond eyes wide with fury. "Wrong!"
"Right, right!"
The Dark Demon King said, "I was wrong. I really was wrong!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Erya struck it three more times, then snapped with her hands on her hips, "You said it wrong!"
I said it wrong?
I shouldn't have said I was wrong?
The Dark Demon King was immediately left dizzy and disoriented. It hurriedly