Watching Ye Zhen, Yun Peng, Hu Chi Mei, and the others leave Black Tiger Prison, Black Cloud Great Sage's face darkened at once.
"Next time, if you let people in so casually again, I'll have your head!"
With a furious shout, he immediately frightened the prison-guarding demon marshal to his knees. "Great Sage, forgive me! This subordinate will never dare again, never again. This subordinate will certainly remember this lesson."
"You'd better!"
A cold gleam surfaced at the corner of Black Cloud Great Sage's mouth. This prison-guarding demon marshal had been personally appointed by his father, the Black Tiger King, and could not be reassigned at will. Otherwise, he would have replaced him long ago.
"Also, give Xuan Hu four or five days. Once he has recovered a little in the prison, throw him back into Black Prison.
Do you understand what I mean?"
"This subordinate understands. Keep Xuan Hu alive, torture him, but do not let him die until he submits!" the prison-guarding demon marshal said.
"Great Sage, if you want Xuan Hu to submit sooner, you might as well feed and house him well in Black Tiger Prison for a month or two, then send him to Black Prison," Hu Zi Bo, who had just been appointed strategist, suddenly suggested.
"Why?" Black Cloud Great Sage frowned slightly.
"Great Sage, if a person suffers pain for too long, he becomes numb. Constant pain and torture will instead cease to have any effect.
"But if you let him enjoy the beauty of life for a while—the happiness of a full stomach, several days of comfortable living—then lock him in Black Prison and torture him again...
"The pain it brings him will be dozens or even hundreds of times greater than before. Under such circumstances, his will is more likely to