Chapter 1119: The Odd Scene in Yanmo Dungeon
Chapter 1119: The Odd Scene in Yanmo Dungeon
The Odd Scene in Yanmo Dungeon
The words of Number 9 from the Black Robed Divine Sect left Yanmo Ancestor and the others stunned. They never expected that the other party would be interested in the disciples of the Yanhuang Sect!
"This demon is also quite interested in these demonic disciples of the Yanhuang Sect! I heard that they have reincarnated as demons and formed contracts with ancient demons?" Demon Han's eyes flashed with a glint, and he spoke up.
"I also want to know why the descendants of the demon race would join He Yiming's side!" Elder Longpo of the Azure Dragon Clan was also curious.
If it were just ordinary members of the demon race, Elder Longpo wouldn't be interested.
But these individuals had reincarnated as demons and formed contracts with ancient demons!
These demonic disciples were definitely not ordinary. Elder Longpo naturally wanted to take a look.
After all, in the Demon Domain, the descendants of the Four Holy Beasts were essentially the rulers in the open. In their eyes, all other members of the demon race were mere servants!
Their own servants had actually joined He Yiming's side, and they weren't just ordinary servants. This naturally made Elder Longpo want to see for himself.
"Very well! Since the esteemed guests from the three parties are interested, I will personally lead the way for all of you!" Yanmo Ancestor nodded, and he led the three forces to the deepest part of the Yanmo Domain—Yanmo Dungeon.
Soon, they arrived deep underground, where a chilling and deathly aura filled the air, gradually spreading.
Elder Longpo frowned slightly, Demon Han seemed to be quite indifferent, and Number 9 from the Black Robed Divine Sect remained unchanged.
"Yanmo Ancestor!"
"Accursed Yanmo Ancestor, I curse you!!!"
"Die, you heartless bastard!"
"Ah ah ah! I'll take you down with me!"
"Kill me if you dare, show some guts!"
"Yanmo Ancestor, even if I turn into a ghost, I won't spare you!!!"
...
As they stepped into the Yanmo Dungeon, a cacophony of curses and cries echoed from countless cells. Those imprisoned here had suffered torment, and they all bore deep grudges against Yanmo Ancestor! Even if not directly against him, they were against his disciples or descendants.
Yanmo Ancestor merely snorted at all this, and a hint of his Nascent Divinity Realm pressure spread out, which instantly injured the prisoners within the cells, quieting the surroundings considerably.
Yanmo Ancestor didn't waste words and quickly led the group deeper.
In this deeper level, scenes of brutal torture unfolded. Countless prisoners endured cruel torment here. The scenes were so horrifying that even an ordinary person would struggle to bear witnessing them.
"Ah ah ah! Spare me, please!"
"Kill me, I beg you, just kill me!"
"It hurts so much! Too much, I can't bear it! Ah ah ah!"
...
In this place, the cries for mercy, screams of pain, and mournful wails resounded one after another.
Demon Han seemed to be enjoying it, relishing the suffering of these prisoners. Elder Longpo didn't seem to care much. As for Number 9, he continued forward without much reaction.
Yanmo Ancestor absorbed the prisoners' suffering, his eyes flickering with satisfaction. Even the wails of these prisoners were a form of fate, a destiny wrung from their suffering.
Yanmo Ancestor could gain strength by absorbing this form of destiny that had been squeezed and tortured out of them.
Demon Han was used to such scenes, as the Frost Demon Clan was known to be even more ruthless to their slaves!
Elder Longpo didn't care in the slightest. The Azure Dragon Clan was extremely esteemed. Other insignificant beings aside from the Azure Dragon Clan were of no concern.
"..." Only Number 9 from the Black Robed Divine Sect paused for a moment before continuing forward.
Yanmo Ancestor didn't think too much about it and quickly led the group to an even deeper level.
However...
Once they stepped into this level, the scene drastically changed!
"Oh my, oh my, is this it?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I took a nap and woke up to this? So boring!"
"Oh, I want the Spiked Torture, and give me a Lava Incineration combo too! Don't ask why, I just feel like it!"
"Is this your first time as a jailer? Your binding technique is rubbish. Do you need me to show you? I'm an expert at this!"
"Hahaha, look, Monkey King got sliced up! Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
"I've had hot pot twice already. Why haven't we had our turn for punishment yet? Are you jailers looking down on me?"
...
In this level, as soon as Yanmo Ancestor led the group in, they heard carefree and whimsical voices of the Yanhuang Sect's demonic disciples.
"Your sword technique is really lousy! Our Brother Tongue is a thousand times better than you! Why did you start with my tail, why not start with my leg?" Sun Wukong was chained and lying on a table covered in blood, undergoing cutting torture.
Ordinary cultivators enduring such extreme pain would have long lost the ability to scream or even fainted. However, Sun Wukong wasn't just calm, he was even instructing the jailer step by step on how to cut more precisely and skillfully.
"Ah, this is comfortable! Just what I needed!" Beerus the Destroyer was hung on a chain, suspended over lava, and as he burned, he was utterly comfortable.
Most cultivators subjected to the burning lava would have begged for mercy long ago. This torture was even more painful than being thrown into a pot of boiling oil!
But the demonic disciples of the Yanhuang Sect loved the Lava Incineration the most. They'd roast for a while until they were 70% cooked, and they felt extremely comfortable.
"Hey, Thunder God, put some effort into it! Is your Thunder really so weak? I can't feel a thing! Am I supposed to do it myself? Start with the Lightning Seed in my mouth first, are you dumb? Don't you know this basic knowledge?" Nie Ge's shout expressed his anger at the jailers' weak attempts to torture him with lightning.
"Your piercing technique is all wrong, why use the leg like that? Come on, separate that iron thorn, and let me teach you the essence of piercing!" Zhu Bajie's voice was full of guidance, and he sounded like an experienced expert.
"Damn, I booked this Cold Ice Extreme Torture an hour ago, why haven't I got a turn yet? Damn, he was clearly behind me, why did he cut in line? Did you accept bribes or something?" A girl's voice echoed from the other side. She was clearly not pleased that the jailers were punishing other Yanhuang Sect disciples before her.
"???" Yanmo Ancestor and the others were all left in confusion.
What the hell was going on?
Why didn't they hear the cries of agony from the Yanhuang Sect disciples?
Where were the screams? The sounds of pain? The agonized cries?
After witnessing the performance of a few jailers, Yanmo Ancestor was so angry that his nose almost twisted.
"So this is the way of torture, so profound and extensive. I understand now!"
"Master, thank you for showing me the way with your stick! I've learned!"
"Darn, the power of Thunder is this mighty? I get it now, this Thunder Pill is indeed amazing, wow!"
...
Many of the jailers in Yanmo Dungeon were now behaving like students, actually listening to the guidance of the Yanhuang Sect's demonic disciples. Each of them had a sudden realization, as if they had just grasped the truth.
This scene left Yanmo Ancestor almost exploding with anger!