Yi Feng cast a cold glance at this band of accomplices in evil and said in an icy voice, "Get up. Take us brothers to the dungeon!"
The surviving remnants of the Sacred Land were like meek little lambs as they were herded along by the four brothers.
They led Yi Feng and the others through corridors and courtyards until they arrived at the dungeon.
These survivors had truly been frightened out of their wits by the four brothers' iron-blooded methods.
They did not dare resist in the slightest, only begging for the four gods of slaughter to spare their lives.
The sight within the dungeon left the four brothers dumbfounded.
The environment here was atrocious—damp, cold, crawling with rats and insects, and filthy everywhere.
An unbearably pungent stench filled the air. It was impossible to tell whether it came from excrement or the rotting corpses of dead girls.
Not only was the stench choking, it stung the eyes as well.
It was called a dungeon, but its immense scale was enough to make it a subterranean palace.
Cells stretched for dozens of miles, with no end in sight, and each cell held at least five twelve-year-old girls.
There were fully two or three thousand cells within the dungeon.
Every imprisoned girl was disheveled and dressed in ragged clothes.
They were confined like livestock, barely clinging to life.
The girls who had only recently been captured were still terrified upon seeing people approach, afraid they would be subjected to brutal punishment.
Those who had been captured for a long time, however, appeared exceptionally calm.
Yet beneath that calm was, in truth, even greater despair.
Their eyes were dull and vacant, and they only wished for this nightmare to end sooner.
To stop these girls from cutting their own throats, the