Atlanta Interstellar Prison, Floor 17.
As a renowned Level-6 Creature, the Mountain-Moving Taoist naturally had the right to a private cell.
Wizard Civilization was relatively "humane" in its treatment of these interstellar prisoners.
Aside from having to squat in these dark, silent, isolated bitter cells most of the time, the Interstellar Prison also gave the inmates a brief period of exercise every so often.
This was their only chance to catch the scent of limited freedom.
And they could even meet other inmates on the same floor, perhaps chat a little?
But if given the choice, the Mountain-Moving Taoist would rather not have this so-called exercise period.
Because this so-called exercise period was the "getting beaten period" for people like him.
The Atlanta Interstellar Prison, built at great expense by Wizard Civilization, was said to incorporate some technology from the ruins of an ultra-ancient Top-Level Civilization. Suppressing beings like the Mountain-Moving Taoist was naturally no challenge for it.
Even the stronger Evil Spirit Buddha had found it difficult to mobilize the slightest trace of spiritual power after entering this place, let alone him.
The Mountain-Moving Taoist did not know that Evil Spirit Buddha had long since lost his head.
It had even been turned into a World-Class Secret Treasure by the Sky Demon World, offered to Wizard Civilization as an apology.
When he heard the cell door behind him creak open, the Mountain-Moving Taoist, who was lying sprawled on the floor, did not turn around. He merely cursed, "Again?"
"Let's make this clear first. You're not allowed to hit my face this time!" the Mountain-Moving Taoist demanded.
It was not the Interstellar Prison's designated exercise period, so the cell door opening could mean only one thing—the demons and devils who had somehow bribed the guards were back!
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