Jiao Jian sent a voice transmission to Si Hong Miaoli, explaining, "The prisoners sent here are almost all unruly. To make them easier to manage later, every newcomer has to be given a taste of what's coming—have their spirit and pride knocked down, so they don't keep causing trouble and wasting our time and energy."
"Especially now, with the war still raging. The number of prisoners sent here could keep growing."
Si Hong Miaoli gave a slight nod to show she understood.
Soon, they passed through a narrow natural passageway. When they emerged, they saw new and old prisoners brawling in a broad valley.
The old prisoners had an overwhelming advantage in both numbers and cultivation. More accurately, they were simply tormenting the newcomers.
Screams and cries rang out as blood spattered through the crowd. The scene was utter chaos.
Nie Biliu and the others showed no surprise at the sight. They simply shouted, "That's enough!"
At his words, the old prisoners stopped, though their faces were still clouded with frustration at having to quit before they were satisfied. They then parted to clear a path, allowing the "Section Chief" and the "Staff Guards" to see what was happening in the fighting ring.
The newcomers, who had been perfectly fine just moments ago, were now covered in blood and bruises. Even with their cultivators' constitutions, they could barely get up; they lay sprawled on the ground, groaning and wailing without pause.
Still, the old prisoners had shown restraint. The newcomers looked miserable, but none of them were in danger of dying.
Si Hong Miaoli's gaze swept over the crowd, and her eyes narrowed. Two were missing...
At the same time, Nie Biliu noticed the missing prisoners too. Pointing to one of the old prisoners, he asked, "Where did the other