In the Thunder Prison on the Misty Sect's Back Mountain, countless terrifying thunderbolts churned wildly. Thick bolts of lightning struck everywhere without end, painting a scene of the world's last days.
A group of disciples was enduring the terrifying Thunder Punishment there. Whenever lightning struck them, they let out piercing screams, as though they were trapped in hell.
Each disciple occupied a different position. Those with greater strength and deeper cultivation were confined closer to the center;
Those who were weaker were placed along the outer edges, but they too had to endure varying degrees of torment from the Thunder Punishment.
Among them were Chu Wei, Yan Xi, and others, both men and women.
They had braved countless hardships and searched for two whole months, yet they had never managed to find their target-Ying Ming Hao-and eliminate him.
With no other choice, they had returned to the Misty Sect to report.
What awaited them, however, was harsh punishment. The sect's higher-ups had shown no mercy, ordering them to suffer in this Thunder Prison for seven days.
Time flew, and before they knew it, the fourth day had arrived. Of the hundred-odd disciples originally sent here for punishment, only a few dozen remained alive. The rest had long since been reduced to lifeless heaps of charcoal beneath the rolling heavenly lightning.
The survivors were in wretched condition too, their bodies swaying unsteadily as though they might collapse at any moment.
Gritting their teeth against the agony, they sat cross-legged and circulated their power to resist the lightning that kept assaulting them.
Every face was twisted by excruciating pain. Only the faint moans that occasionally escaped them proved they had not completely lost consciousness.
Apart from their agonized cries and the deafening roar of thunder, there was not a sound to