The cramped Solitary Confinement Room.
The girl sat on the wire bed, motionless.
Yet in midair, dark shadows wandered back and forth.
"Why don't you just kill me?"
the girl asked.
The shadows emitted overlapping voices, "Our Dharma Aspects are tied up fighting the king species, so we can't kill you directly."
"How could you possibly not overcome the weakened state of the king species?" Shen Ye asked.
"Anyway, we are tied up, so we can only deal with you in the way we are doing now," the shadows said.
Shen Ye chuckled, saying nothing.
They were too eager.
Without the Demon of Terror here, they showed their true nature, craving revenge.
Revenge.
This was his opportunity.
Shen Ye stood up from the bed, filled a tin can with water, walked to the closed iron door, and splashed all the water on the ground.
Water.
It seeped through the cracks of the door, flowing outward.
