Deep within Thunder Prison, the lightning was extraordinarily terrifying. Unlike the thunder elsewhere, it did not roar, but remained utterly silent.
Yet its power was astonishing. Each strike sent vast ripples through the void, as though it would tear the entire world apart.
In this place ravaged by lightning, thousands of pitch-black eyes suddenly emerged from the darkness. There was not a trace of life in those eyes.
They merely stared fixedly at Ming Hao and the others, who were brawling all over the outskirts of Thunder Prison.
Just then, an enormous bolt of lightning descended from the sky. Like a silver dragon cleaving the heavens, it instantly illuminated the sea of lightning, which had been as black as ink.
Under its radiance, the owners of those pitch-black eyes finally revealed their true appearances.
In this pitch-black Thunder Prison, where one could not see a hand held before one's face, thousands of figures were bound tightly by chains formed from countless bolts of lightning.
Dozens of chains densely shackled each figure, leaving them completely unable to move, as though they had been imprisoned within this Thunder Prison.
Among them were men and women, young and old, all wearing expressions of desolate extinction.
Suddenly, a hoarse voice rose from among the bound figures:
"These twelve youngsters seem to have endured ten days of Thunder Punishment already!"
Another voice followed:
"Yes. Didn't the youngster who lasted the longest before them fall short of ten days?"
"Indeed. These twelve truly have extraordinary talent!"
"Still, without the support of pills, they probably couldn't have lasted this long. Apart from that boy, I reckon all the others would have been reduced to ash and smoke."
"They look like promising seedlings. A pity they're trapped in such dire straits."
"These people seem to have been