But if the secret prison held an even stronger kind of monster beast, then once it went berserk, the outcome would be just as disastrous.
Mo Hua secretly used Demon Bone Divination.
The Karma he divined was indeed connected to this Monster Fighting Arena, but he could not divine anything more specific.
It seemed this matter involved too many people and events, making the divination exceedingly difficult.
Within the Monster Fighting Arena, the chaotic thoughts left behind by dead monster beasts and humans mingled together, their auras tangled and complex, also obstructing the divination of Karma.
For a time, the situation reached a stalemate.
Mo Hua was somewhat anxious, but at this moment, there was no better way. He could only patiently wait for an opportunity.
Three days later, that opportunity indeed appeared.
The steward gathered all the servants together, swept his blazing gaze over them, and said flatly:
"A servant in the inner grounds accidentally broke a cup and was beaten to death by a noble. We need a replacement."
All the servants and slaves lowered their heads.
The Monster Fighting Arena was divided into the inner grounds and the outer grounds.
The outer grounds handled miscellaneous chores and fed the monster beasts. The work was dirty, exhausting, and grueling, while the food and clothing were poor.
The inner grounds served the nobles, pouring tea and delivering water. It looked glamorous, but it was just as dangerous.
These "nobles" came from exalted backgrounds and had mercurial tempers. Sometimes, they were even more savage than monster beasts.
Demonic beasts were at least locked in cages. Nobles were not.
The slightest carelessness—offending a noble or displeasing one—and one could die a horribly miserable death.
Thus, many servants would rather remain in the filthy, exhausting outer grounds among savage monster beasts than