This was a water prison shrouded in perpetual darkness, filled with filthy blood that would sap anyone's will to resist.
Even the most corrupt demons would stay away from such a place.
Yet, in this almost unlivable place, a clan of the Demon Race was stubbornly surviving.
But now they were nearing their limits, to the point where their minds were starting to blur.
And this was precisely the result the White Tiger Tribe wanted.
With a clanking metallic sound, the long-sealed prison door was slowly pushed open, letting in a rush of long-forgotten fresh air, but most of the clanspeople were too weak to rise, merely shrinking miserably into the corners of the water prison.
Only those with the strongest cultivation levels among the demon clan managed to hold on until now, slowly raising their heads upon hearing the door open.
