In the roar of Bian Zhongfeng's anger, the whole prison clenched its heart as if death was imminent, for the calamity was not limited to a single person. Huangxie would spare no living creature within sight, and this place was a cramped and sealed heavy prison.
Just by the way he had torn the iron bars, one could tell that his Vein Tree must have reached the Seven Level. At this moment, that True Qi was frantically breaking through the constraints, tearing apart a person without any greater difficulty.
No one knew why the Southern Office had made such an oversight: a potentially evil Desolate Person had been sent to a heavy prison without sealing off his True Qi – a colossal accident for sure!
And in the gaze of the prisoners, some in rage, others in fear, this dreadful Desolate Person had already lunged at the newly imprisoned, feeble youth.
