Even for a monk with magic power, if his arm was broken, the pain would be quite unbearable.
Not to mention the people who were sent here, each of them has their magic power suppressed, and they are unable to use magic power to relieve the pain.
But the prisoner with a broken arm seemed to ignore the pain and quickly covered his injured wound with the surrounding weeds.
However, how could that wound be covered by some trivial straw mats?
Streams of bright red blood soon flowed out from the gaps in the straw mat and sprinkled on the ground.
Soon, a strong wind swept through the prisoner's cage.
Blood could not help but seep out from the prisoner's body, drifting towards the eye of the wind in the void.
"No! I don't want to die yet! Ahhhhh!"
The prisoner let out bursts of painful screams.
However, his screams could not change anything.
This strong wind kept devouring the blood on his body. Within a few breaths, the prisoner's whole body shriveled up and he lay limp on the ground motionless.
All the blood from his body was sucked away by the strange evil wind, turning him into a mummy.
"Be honest with me. If anyone dares to cause trouble next time, this is what will happen." Mr. Yin sneered.
His voice was like the cry of a night owl in the dark night, quite harsh.
Here, all the prisoners have lost their magic power, but the old man in front of him has the terrifying strength of the Xuanxian realm.
The gap between the two sides is so huge that it already gives people a sense of despair.
The people who were still shouting and scolding before now also shut up obediently.
Seeing that the surrounding area was quiet, Mr. Yin sneered and walked to Lu Yu's cage.
"You are quite calm. You have experienced the wind of hell. How do you feel?" Mr. Yin looked at Lu Yu.
That gaze was full of teasing. It was like a beast observing the expression of its prey when it is catching it.
Lu Yu said lightly: "I don't feel anything. If this is the only method you have, it would be very disappointing."
He really didn't feel anything.
With the strength of the peak martial saint, let alone this demonic wind, even if the demonic wind were several times stronger, it would not affect Lu Yu at all.
"You are young and frivolous, and you are just a tough talker! But this is only the first day. There will be many more days in the future, and you will suffer."
Old Yin suddenly glanced at the old man beside Lu Yu: "Bao Longtu, didn't you tell him how dangerous this place is?"
The old man slowly raised his head and glanced at Old Yin with disdain: "Zhu Yin, the leader of the down-and-out Demon Sect. You are just a dog raised by the Wang family. You are not worthy of talking to me."
Mr. Yin clicked his ears impatiently: "You old man, you are just impatient to live. You have nothing to do to investigate the Wang family. Isn't this because you are full? Can you compete with the Wang family?"
After saying that, Old Yin turned to look at Lu Yu with a evil smile: "If you don't want to taste the wind of hell again, you can give me some benefits. If I am satisfied, maybe I will transfer you to another cell.
, make you feel comfortable for a while."
Lu Yu raised his eyebrows: "You want to take advantage of me?"
He didn't expect this.
I originally thought that this Yin Lao was sent by Wang Kang to torture him. Now it seems that this Yin Lao may have other motives.
"Stop pretending. How could you kill all those Tang Dynasty geniuses with one blow at your age? There must be some treasure on you. If you hand it over earlier, I can save you the pain."