Chapter 2407: Guan Xilin’s Black Prison

“Speaking of, that Guan Xilin has been in the Black Prison for a long time. Is he still alive?”

“To answer Demon Lord, that Guan Xilin is a tough nut to crack. He is living just fine in a place like the Black Prison. Subordinate heard that two days ago he killed a devilry cultivator in the Black Prison. There, no one dares to attack him.”

“What a talent to be able to survive in such a place. It’s a pity that he doesn’t listen to orders!” The Demon Lord sitting in the main seat spoke as if he were talking to himself.

The devilry cultivator below did not dare to interrupt and just bowed down quietly.

“Go, have Guan Xilin brought to me. I’m going to test the skills I just learned with him.” He waved the devilry cultivator away.

“Yes.” The devilry cultivator responded respectfully and retreated on his knees. He only stood up when he was outside the hall and then turned away.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Clan’s Black Prison, Guan Xilin, with his body covered in blood and his clothes in tatters, was leaning against a wall and resting with his eyes closed.

This was the Black Prison where the Demon Clan locked up devilry cultivators who committed mistakes. Inside it was a cage made of black iron, but the cage was as big as a courtyard. There were more than a hundred devilry cultivators held there, all of whom were extremely evil.

The place had never seen daylight. Only a faint ray of light slanted through the whole prison. It was a place where even a devilry cultivator with a profound ability to see in the dark would have had a hard time seeing.

Everyone in this place must always be on their guard because no one would ever know who would suddenly attack and kill others at the next moment.

Devilry cultivators inside stared at the figure resting against the corner of the wall and the bloodthirsty trait at the bottom of their hearts rose again. They didn’t know the origin of this man. Since this man was imprisoned, many people wanted to kill him, but in the end, they died in his hands.

Perhaps shocked by his strength or because of fear of his means. Two days ago, a skeptical devilry cultivator came to trouble him and got killed. After that, none of them dared to attack him again.

But, although it was so, there were always those who were unwilling.

At this time, several devilry cultivators discussed in low voices and gathered around calmly. They didn’t even have weapons inside, the only weapons they could use were the bones of dead devilry cultivators…

Each of the men in this prison had a sharpened bone in his hand. It was their weapon, their defence, as well as their murder weapon.

When the devilry cultivators rushed forward and raised the sharp bones in their hands to stab Guan Xilin, Guan Xilin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. A fierce and frightening glint burst out from his eyes.

There were low shouts heard. He clasped the wrist of a devilry cultivator with one hand and with the force of his hand, the mystical energy breath accompanied with his attack, breaking the opponent’s hand.

A sound of broken bones rang out, unusually sharp and clear. The screams were heard and died down quickly as if the person who screamed had been killed the next moment.

In the darkness, the devilry cultivators who stayed far away only saw the figure flickering. They couldn’t tell who was against whom.. They only knew that the surging killing intent was so powerful that they were struck with terror…