The prison:
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Some Vine Demons whipped through the air, lashing the Great Qian Empire's prodigies.
With every lash, the prodigies' flesh burst open, exposing stark white bones.
The Vine Demons serving as whips howled excitedly, and some even wept with joy. "When I was little, Mom said that if I could whip even one Human Race expert in my lifetime, blue smoke would be rising from our ancestral graves."
"Now I get to whip ten in one go."
"Brothers, don't whip him to death."
"Let me whip him a while longer. Let some more blue smoke rise from my family's ancestral graves."
The other Vine Demons were unhappy. "Your ancestral graves need blue smoke rising from them? So do ours."
"I even want to whip one to death, so when I retire and go back home, I can show off to those paupers and country bumpkins!"
"Where's your hometown?"
"Mom said it was a place called Black Dragon Ridge."
"She walked for a hundred years before she reached this place."
"That's so far!"
The Vine Demons chatted as they whipped, and when they got hooked on it, they even tried some fancy tricks.
The Great Qian prodigies howled incessantly under the lashes. "Stop hitting us!"
"We all work for someone else. Whatever you want to know, just ask. There's no need to hit us."
"I can cooperate."
The vine Monsters paid them no heed and simply kept whipping away.
Only after two prodigies had been whipped to death did Wang Quan arrive with several Legend Cultivators.
These Legend Cultivators had not wanted to come. They only wanted to bury themselves in cultivation, improve their strength, and then find a way to deal with [Liu Yong].
Wang Quan felt that would not do. "If you won't come, and