Chaos, Supreme Prison.
Red, blue, yellow, black, green, white.
Six elderly men of differing colors walked side by side through the corridors of the Supreme Prison.
The sound of whips from the Thunder Whip, mixed with the curses and cries of the Eternal Immortal Emperors, constantly echoed.
The last time Wang Xu was here, the entire Supreme Prison held nine Eternal Immortal Emperors.
But now, there are only four golden figures left in the Supreme Prison.
The six came to one of the prisons.
Through the bars of thunder, it was Emperor Zhu Ding, one of the former Eternal Immortal Emperors.
But now, he was a pathetic wretch, covered in scars, howling miserably.
The leading red elder waved his hand.
Suddenly, the thunderous glow vanished, the prison disappeared without a trace, leaving only the tall yet teetering golden figure.
