Ning Weisheng sat in the cramped cell, unable to fully stretch out his arms and legs, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Besides, this place is so dirty, and with the array suppressing him, he can't easily use a cleaning spell. Moving around will only make him look as pathetic as those poor bastards next door who have been locked up for who knows how many days.
He didn't want to appear so unpresentable when he met his senior brother.
The dungeon door slowly opened.
The wooden door hinges creaked softly, and a faint light shone in from outside.
After being trapped in this dark and gloomy place for a long time, Ning Weisheng could barely tell that it should be dawn.
He had been sitting here all night.
There's nothing to be tired about; a cultivator's body isn't that fragile.
But they can't help worrying about the others left outside.
To be precise, I'm most worried about Jimo Fan.
Following the halo of light cast on the ground, he looked at the person stepping into the doorway.
The visitor was Wu Qi.
He was dressed the same way as yesterday, as if he hadn't rested all night.
The tall demonic cultivator took extremely large strides, and even the whispers around him subsided as he passed.
Ning Weisheng had heard these people spouting nonsense and cursing the heavens and the earth quite a bit yesterday.
When the person in question arrived, they all turned into cowards.
The good news for them was that Wu Qi didn't give them a second glance.
He simply walked straight ahead without looking to the side until he approached Ning Weisheng's cage.
"Clang!"
He slammed the door shut, grabbed Ning Weisheng by the collar, and lifted him up.
"You're not telling the truth." His dark pupils stared unblinkingly at Ning Weisheng's face.
The latter couldn't help but swallow hard. "No."
Ning Weisheng was slammed heavily onto the straw on the ground. The straw was not very thick, and with such a slam, Ning Weisheng, who could not use much spiritual power to protect himself, suddenly felt as if a bell was ringing in his head.
Buzzing.
After his strength increased, he rarely suffered this kind of beating. The last time was when Ji Mofan pulled him back to the ground from mid-air with a sword sheath in the Misty Secret Realm.
But seeing the Gu worm in Wu Qi's hand, Ning Weisheng couldn't make the slightest move and could only lie on the ground pretending to be dead.
One stood firm, the other stretched out, and the standoff lasted for a long time.
"Tell me, have you already met Ji Mofan?" Wu Qi asked him at the end.
“…No.” Ning Weisheng squeezed out a rather hoarse voice from his throat.
"Then why did I discover traces of the righteous path within the city?" Wu Qi suddenly threw a piece of armor fragment to the ground, with icicles still faintly visible on it.
It was clearly the result of spiritual energy; otherwise, if it were an ordinary block of ice, so small and taken out of the ice cellar for so long, it would have melted into a puddle of water long ago.
"Why such a coincidence? You were just arrested, and then something happened over there immediately?" Wu Qi asked. "Was this a pre-arranged feint, a tactic to confuse the enemy?"
Ning Weisheng shook his head decisively.
This was indeed not part of the plan that Li Jinchu had told him in advance.
Moreover, his current persona is that he has never met Ji Mo Fan before, so he is completely unaware of his current movements.
Wu Qi stood there staring at him for a long time, so long that Ning Weisheng felt a chill run down his spine, as if the other party might suddenly attack and strangle him at any moment.
Demonic cultivators have never valued human life; in their minds, if you are inferior in skill, you die.
The good news is that Ning Weisheng was ultimately unharmed.
Perhaps because the primary task at hand was to find Ji Mofan and the Demon Lord, Wu Qi planned to leave in a hurry after discovering that he could not find any clues from Ning Weisheng.
But just as he turned to take a step—
"Pfft..."
Ning Weisheng suddenly heard a very faint noise coming from beneath him.
The sound was drowned out by human voices and the noise caused by snakes and rats, and was almost inaudible.
But this made Wu Qi stop in his tracks.
His gaze suddenly turned sharp as he shot towards Ning Weisheng, and with one hand, like an eagle's claw, he brought it down on Ning Weisheng's head. The terrifying pressure made Ning Weisheng feel as if his skull had been crushed into pieces.
Ning Weisheng reached out and touched his head.
It's still there, and it's intact.
Looking around, I was surprised to find that even the scenery had changed.
His spiritual energy flowed smoothly through his meridians, and the feeling of being suppressed completely disappeared. He had probably triggered a conditioned reflex at the last moment, unconsciously breaking through the dungeon window and escaping.
This also proves—
The dungeon's formation has been broken.
The silence lasted only a very brief moment.
Then, deafening cheers suddenly erupted from the small cell window that Ning Weisheng had just smashed, almost lifting the ceiling off.
Even the originally peaceful demonic energy in the air became restless, as if something was drawing it in, constantly gathering towards it.
—And then the ceiling was really ripped off.
Ning Weisheng stared in disbelief at the chaotic scene before him.
When Li Jinchu told him, he didn't think it would be so exaggerated.
Now that we've seen it, it seems the young master's statement was actually a conservative estimate.
He thought that at most, the imprisoned demonic cultivators would scatter and flee, causing the entire city's demonic army to be busy chasing them.
Unexpectedly, the first reaction of these demonic cultivators after breaking free of their shackles was not to run away, but to attack Wu Qi directly.
Several powerful demonic cultivators surrounded Wu Qi in mid-air, and the two were fighting back and forth, clearly without any strategy or method.
Those people weren't even attacking Wu Qi on their own; they would also clash with each other if the opportunity arose.
It can be described as indiscriminately attacking everyone except oneself.
Ning Weisheng was stunned. It took him two seconds to realize that he shouldn't be standing there like a wooden stake.
"Senior Brother Ning...!"
Lee Chan-sung's voice came from the ruins.
He staggered, shielding himself from falling debris and the aftershocks of demonic energy, with half a broken door panel under his head, and approached Ning Weisheng like a giant tortoise.
"Are we going to wreak havoc in the Demon Realm next?" Despite being just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Li Cansheng showed no awareness of his weakness and became extremely excited at the mention of causing trouble.
Ning Weisheng had no choice but to nod.
He shook his head again. "It's enough to cause chaos in the border town, not to wreak havoc in the demon realm."
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