622: One Hundred Soul Whips, Purgatory!

Old Wood suppressed the confusion in his heart, nodded slightly toward Lu Hao, then turned and led his small team toward the hard-won rich ore zone.

After Lu Hao made his move, he paid no further attention to the aftermath. His goal had been achieved, and there was no need for him to take any unnecessary action.

Soon, the first day passed amidst the monotonous sound of hammering.

As the sky darkened, the Black-armored Soldiers responsible for collecting the chaotic soul stones began entering the various mine tunnels. Their figures shuttled through the tunnels like machines, harvesting the chaotic soul stones held by the Cultivators.

"Hand over today's quota!"

The Black-armored Soldier's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

The Cultivators in the cave stopped their work one after another and lined up to step forward. Their faces were etched with fatigue and numbness, yet their eyes held a glimmer of hope.

Some, with heartache, handed over two chaotic soul stones, receiving two pure filth pills in exchange from the soldier. They couldn't wait to swallow one, carefully putting the other away.

He knew that one extra pure filth pill meant one more guarantee of survival.

Others had faces as pale as gold paper, tremblingly handing over a freshly dug chaotic soul stone. After receiving the pure filth pill, he practically collapsed onto the ground, swallowing it whole and greedily absorbing the medicinal power to expel the foul that was nearly consuming him.

After swallowing the pure filth pill, his body trembled violently, and wisps of thin gray mist emanated from him.

Of course, most people normally handed over one chaotic soul stone, exchanged it for one Medicinal Pill, maintaining the most basic level of survival.

They dared not hand over extra chaotic soul stones, but they also dared not mine less, only hoping to store more chaotic soul stones for emergencies.

Lu Hao's gaze fell upon a Cultivator whose face was ashen. That Cultivator looked like he was at the end of his rope, his arms trembling constantly, clearly having failed to complete today's quota.

His face was covered in a pallid aura, and his Physical Body had been severely eroded by the foul.

When the Black-armored Soldier walked up to him, he dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Sir, I beg you, please give me one more day... just one day! I have been here for three years, and this is the first time... the first time I haven't completed the quota!"

He wept profusely, constantly kowtowing, his voice hoarse and filled with desperate pleading.

The Black-armored Soldier's face remained unmoved.

His gaze was cold, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Then he pulled a pitch-black short whip from his waist. The whip was entirely black, emitting a cold, sinister aura, seemingly capable of snatching Souls.

"Rules are rules. One hundred soul whips, not one less!"

The Black-armored Soldier's voice was devoid of emotion, like a sentence being pronounced.

As soon as he finished speaking, the soul whip whistled and lashed fiercely across the Cultivator's body.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Heart-rending screams echoed throughout the entire cave.

There was no change in the Cultivator's Physical Body, but his body convulsed violently.

Black blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices, and he rolled on the ground, wailing.

The soul whip lashed the Divine Soul!

Each strike felt as if his Soul was being ripped apart.

"Please... Sir... I was wrong... I won't dare to do it again... I will definitely hand it over tomorrow..."

The Cultivator's voice grew weaker and weaker; his body curled into a ball on the ground, twitching painfully.

One lash, then another. The Black-armored Soldier swung the whip expressionlessly, precisely completing one hundred lashes.

His movements were continuous, as if he were merely completing a routine task.

After one hundred lashes, the Cultivator stopped screaming. He just lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly, his eyes vacant and unfocused as he stared at the rock wall above his head.

The rock wall was pitch black, like a black hole, devouring his hope of life... Two lines of tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

He remembered the time before he stepped into this teleportation array—how happy and how free he was... Since arriving here, his life was worse off than that of pigs and dogs!

He wanted to die, but he couldn't die! He still wanted to see the outside world one last time... He struggled to climb up from the ground, tottered as he picked up his pickaxe, and then, leaning against the wall, started walking toward the spot he had been halfway through digging... Before long, sporadic clanging sounds drifted from that direction...

Lu Hao watched quietly from the side.

His heart stirred. These Armored Soldiers did not treat the other Cultivators as human beings at all.

They only saw them as tools, as slaves, as consumables that could be discarded at any time.

This coldness, this cruelty, ignited a burst of anger in his heart.

He secretly vowed in his heart that if he had the chance, he would definitely uproot this place, along with the forces behind it!

But now, the most important task was waiting for the clue regarding the fifth Personal Disciple.

If he alerted the enemy now and exposed his strength, finding the clue would become difficult.

Lu Hao didn't believe he was invincible under heaven. Aside from his strong life-saving abilities, his other capabilities were comparatively weaker.

He was not a Saint; he could not put himself at a disadvantage for the sake of these unrelated people.

Those who could endure, he could conveniently help them escape this Hell in the future.

Those who couldn't endure, could only be said to be fate.

Lu Hao also handed over one chaotic soul stone, which he had casually scraped off the wall moments before.

He didn't say a word, just silently handed over the chaotic soul stone and accepted the pure filth pill.

After receiving the pure filth pill, he returned to his corner and began to study it carefully.

He placed the Medicinal Pill in his palm and extended his Divine Thought into it. The Medicinal Pill contained a strange purifying power that was indeed remarkably effective against the foul.

It could neutralize the foul inside the body and alleviate the corrosion. Lu Hao analyzed the Medicinal Pill's components, studied its refinement method, and the principle of how its medicinal power operated.

Given his Dao of pills cultivation, this was not difficult.

He found that although this Medicinal Pill was effective, it treated the symptoms but not the root cause, and long-term consumption would also lead to a certain degree of dependence.

After thoroughly analyzing the structure and principles of the Medicinal Pill, he gained a deeper understanding of the methods employed by the forces behind this place.

It is worth mentioning that Lu Hao, inspired by this Medicinal Pill, actually began mentally deducing a more perfect Medicinal Pill for purifying the foul...

For three consecutive days, Lu Hao did not see Demonic Thought.

At this moment, deep underground in an unknown tunnel, the small body of Demonic Thought was digging furiously.

Three days had passed. For these three days, his mind was filled with the Supreme Immortal immortal body promised by Lu Hao!

"Supreme Immortal! Supreme Immortal!"

This thought echoed continuously in his mind like a curse.