In the end, both of them were taken to the prison.
The young Demon King didn't say a word to help Di Xiuyu.
The prison dungeon in the Demon Realm was dark. Only dim lights flickered, but the darkness remained. The walls and floor were made of special stones and metals found only in the Demon Realm.
The air was cold and heavy, and the silence was eerie. Chains hung from the walls, rusted but strong. Shadows danced as the weak light flickered, making the place feel even more haunted.
The scent of blood filled the air, accompanied by endless screams of tormented souls. The cries were deeply unsettling. Even after closing their hearing senses, they could still feel the pain of those suffering inside the prison. The hallways were dim, with only a few lanterns hanging in front of each prison cell.
"Ahhh! Let go of me! I can't take it anymore!"
"Please, I beg you! Don't pull out my bones!"
"My tongue… my eyes… nooo!!!"
