Time hurried on, and three short days passed in the blink of an eye.
Yet to everyone's astonishment, the inner disciples imprisoned in Thunder Prison had actually endured the Thunder Punishment for so long!
"How is this possible? These inner disciples have held out against the Thunder Punishment for this long?"
Exclamations of amazement rose from the crowd outside Thunder Prison.
"Exactly! Look at how many bolts of lightning they're drawing to themselves. It's unbelievable-five or six times the normal number!" another person chimed in.
"These inner disciples are a whole pack of monstrous prodigies!" someone exclaimed.
"If they didn't have some strength, how would they dare provoke the direct disciples?" someone reasoned.
"Shh, keep your voices down. Can't you see how livid the disciples Elder Zhao sent are?" someone warned.
"Right, right. Keep it down, keep it down. When immortals fight, mortals suffer. We can't afford to offend them." Everyone murmured their agreement.
For a time, the Enforcement Hall disciples whispered among themselves, deeply shocked by the inner disciples' performance.
Meanwhile, the disciples sent by Elder Zhao, Elder Su, and the others to keep watch had faces as dark as pig liver, their expressions utterly ghastly.
They clenched their fists tightly, as though trying to crush their own palms.
These disciples had originally thought their trip to Thunder Prison would merely involve watching a dozen or so inner disciples who had offended Elder Zhao and the others.
By their estimates, these inner disciples would last a day or two at most before the Thunder Punishment blasted them into ash.
Yet reality had completely defied their expectations. Three days had passed, and these inner disciples were still safe and sound!
Ming Hao and the others even looked entirely uninjured. How was that possible?
If this continued, the consequences