The Death Prison was in chaos.
All manner of vicious creatures had suffered an undeserved calamity and flew into a rage, spitting foul curses.
If they had not been suppressed, they would have swarmed forward and torn the zombie to pieces. No matter how fast the zombie ran, it was useless. It could not get out, and it could not escape the vicious creatures' eyes.
A trapped beast still fighting, struggling at death's door—those words described the zombie before them perfectly.
Heavenly thunder, gale-force winds, dragon might, and the aura and pressure of countless bizarre vicious creatures. Even while suppressed, their power still leaked outward, placing immense pressure and threat upon the zombie.
It was not as though it had not considered drinking blood to strengthen itself. Leaving aside the suppression of the Heavenly Thunder and Gale, not one creature present was easy to deal with.
How could the Death Prison within the Heavenly Prison be a place of kindness?
The evil creatures imprisoned here could nearly fill half the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
Beyond the evil creatures recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas and similar texts, there were countless calamities from myths and legends. Eating people did not even rank in the Death Prison; it was not qualified to enter. At the very least, one had to be the sort of monster capable of leaving a thousand miles of land barren. There were dozens of vicious creatures skilled in spreading plagues, while the rest were unknown.
The realms remained peaceful because all the calamities were squatting in the Heavenly Prison.
Even a certain gluttonous dragon who had been hungry for years could not bring herself to take a bite. If she could eat them, why would she have left them until now?
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