When that Elder saw that number, his expression completely changed. He looked at it with disbelief.

“How is this possible?!”

Everyone was shocked. To cause an Elder-level expert to become so shocked, just what was it?

Tu Fang sighed. “If I haven’t remembered wrongly, the fellow that is imprisoned in that cave has never been defeated in many years.”

Tang Wan-er hastily asked, “What is the cave age?!” The situation was definitely not good. Her heart sank.

“One thousand… One thousand and twenty-five years,” sputtered out that Elder.

The crowd descended into absolute silence. After each battle, those souls in the corpses would end up using up all their spiritual energy, requiring a great deal of time to recover.

It was like raising pigs. Once they were fat enough, you would slaughter it. After each battle, the soul inside would be exhausted, and the cave age would be reset to zero.

Each corrupt corpse that had its head cut off wasn’t actually dead. But the soul sealed within the corpse would have used up so much energy that it needed to rest. The elders would just find another corpse to replace it with, switching...