In the starry sky.
Ye Feng carefully felt his own cultivation level.
At the current stage, he was already close to the Peak of the Fifty-ninth Layer of the Creation Realm. As long as he continued to devour the flesh and Law Energy of the Ancient Prisoners, he could break through.
"Let's go, find the next prisoner."
Using the Black Compass to guide the way, Ye Feng locked onto the nearest prisoner and flew off first.
Midway.
"I haven't had the chance to ask, how many prisoners escaped from the Black Prison, a thousand? Ten thousand?"
Huo Lingjiao was very curious.
Ye Feng held up a finger, saying: "A hundred thousand, and the lowest cultivation level is Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor. The strongest prisoner I've seen has over eighty layers, and as for those at the Ninety Layer level, there appear to be some, but they're too fast to track down.
"Hiss!"
Huo Lingjiao was dumbfounded.
A hundred thousand prisoners with over Thirty-four Layers of Immortal Emperor?
