Purgatory Guard Office! Prince Yu!
"Lin Bai, save me, save me..."
The woman kept kowtowing to Lin Bai, begging for help.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, if Lin Bai had not known her well, he might truly have been fooled by her innocent, guileless facade.
A jailer in official uniform flew over, and the God-Striking Whip in his hand came crashing down on the woman. With a sharp crack, blood sprayed everywhere, and the whip tore her flesh open.
"Ah..." A shrill scream escaped the woman's mouth, so horrifying that it sent chills down the spine.
"How dare you!" the jailer roared. He lashed her several more times until she lay limp and barely breathing on the ground.
If the jailer had used a little more force, he probably could have beaten her to death on the spot.
But he did not. Instead, he left her with a thread of life, waiting for her to recover before continuing the whipping.
This sort of flogging did not look particularly effective.
But what if it continued year after year?
Martial artists—especially those who had reached the Dao God Realm or higher—had lifespans of five thousand to ten thousand years.
Five thousand to ten thousand years of flogging, beating a martial artist until only a breath remained, then waiting for her to recover before beating her again... Round after round, it slowly ravaged the heart.
Even someone with an ironclad Dao heart could have it gradually worn away to nothing under such prolonged torture.
And this sort of flogging was the simplest form of punishment in Purgatory.
There were countless punishments in Purgatory that were even more brutal than flogging.
"For disturbing Your Highness, this subordinate begs Your Highness and Wolf Marquis to forgive him!"
After beating the woman half to death, the jailer