As the charge began outside, unrest erupted within the prison as well.
The prisoners, packed in like sardines, were brought out. They swayed their cumbersome bodies and, together with their companions, formed a heavy wall around the children.
The prisoners who had arrived more recently still had some fighting strength. They gripped makeshift weapons, guarded key locations, and stared down the approaching guards.
Over the past few days, the prison had been continuously infiltrated. Batches of comrades from outside had sneaked in, taking charge of persuading the prisoners and protecting the children here.
They had expected a fierce battle, but the process was unexpectedly peaceful.
Once the formation was destroyed, all the mercenaries who had been paid rushed out to fight. The remaining guards were just miserable wage slaves, earning eighteen hundred a month without meals or housing included. Working there for a month could stir up enough pent-up resentment to produce a dozen evil cultivators.
Once they confirmed the prison was beyond saving, they let go of their concerns.
Cooperate when it was time to cooperate, lead the way when it was time to lead the way. Nobody making less than two thousand a month wanted to risk their life.
The supposedly impregnable prison quickly fell apart. The various defense systems designed beforehand barely had any effect. Even so, the assault still caused heavy casualties, though far fewer than expected.
The sounds of slaughter continued for half a day. When they gradually subsided, Mohist entered the prison under the protection of Corpse Collector and Miao Qingyu.
Returning here once more, Mohist finally saw the prison's true state with his own eyes.
The walls were covered in unidentified tissue. Confiscated torture devices were piled high as mountains. The sewers were crammed with bones and corpses. It looked as terrifying as