Eternal Silence Prison Tower, Third Floor.
Bang.
A vicious-looking man still clutching a knife slammed heavily onto the ground.
Just as he tried to get up, his spine rapidly went numb. He opened his mouth in terror and let out a scream as his body was swiftly corroded. He used all his strength to prop himself up with his hands, but the instant he rose, his head quickly turned black, and his eyes became utterly lifeless.
Smack.
He collapsed to the ground, and a sweet potato rolled out of his pocket.
The sweet potato landed silently on the pitch-black floor. It swiftly rooted and sprouted, then rapidly withered away.
In some distant world, True-Self Heavenly Man sat on a chair formed from sweet potato shoots. All around him, dense, thick sweet potato vines bound one man and woman after another.
These were all vicious criminals he had gathered from the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
Some were evil leaders who had launched wars that caused massive loss of life. Some were tyrants with violent tempers who had been exceptionally cruel to their people. Others were war criminals who had invaded other countries and left behind countless bloody atrocities.
Yet at this moment, all of them were terrified. Bound firmly in place by sweet potato vines, they could neither move nor make a sound.
They could only watch helplessly as True-Self Heavenly Man teleported people away one by one. Some returned after a while, but when they reappeared, they were often corpses.
Some corpses looked as though a monster had taken a huge bite out of them, their deaths horrifying beyond measure.
Some corpses were bloated all over, with countless thread-sized insects rapidly crawling across them. Their deaths were utterly revolting.
Other corpses returned without a single visible wound, smiles still