Dai Mobai's expression darkened.
"These bastards have no humanity left. They brutally torture and kill Soul Masters weaker than themselves. Only when everyone in a cell is evenly matched do they enjoy a brief spell of peace."
His voice was calm, but beneath that calm lay deep disgust and helplessness.
As the head of the Evil Suppression Office, he had seen countless vicious criminals, yet even among those scum, the prisoners held on the fifth level stood apart.
They did not merely kill. They delighted in slaughter and reveled in torment, and every one of them had innocent blood on their hands.
Dai Mobai nodded.
His gaze passed over the cells as he quietly searched for something.
The prisoners' blood energy was dense and tainted, carrying the scent of slaughter and madness. To his Martial Soul, this was true sustenance.
The blood energy of the prisoners he had seen on the upper levels had long since dwindled away over years of imprisonment. Their souls were dead; their bodies were merely empty shells.
But those on the fifth level were different. Their savage nature had never faded. In fact, their daily battles had only made them more brutal.
Their blood energy was steeped in bitter resentment and malice. To Dai Mobai, it was nothing short of a sumptuous feast.
"What a pretty little thing. Stop following that pretty boy in front of you. Only a big, strong body like mine can satisfy you!"
Just then, an utterly vulgar voice suddenly rang out from a nearby cell.
It was rough and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping an iron plate, laden with undisguised lust and malice.
Inside the cell, a burly, bare-chested man gripped the iron bars. His bell-sized eyes stared fixedly at Li Yue, and his tongue swept over his cracked lips, revealing