Soulsmelt Mining Area.

Row after row of figures in ragged clothes like prisoners moved through the packed and dark mining cave like a swarm of bees. When they moved slightly slowly, they would suffer the merciless strikes of the iron whips in the hands of the nearby guards.

Whip! Whip! Whip!

Every single strike of the iron whips emanated an ear piercing sound of flesh and skin splitting apart, and then groans of pain that rose and fell along with a wave of wild laughter.

These sounds were mixed together and filled the air at all times, and it caused the mining area to seem like a brutal purgatory.

Incidents like this occurred every single day, and no one would feel pity for them because these imprisoned fellows were forsakers of the heavens from the Mortal Dimension.

Perhaps forsakers of the heavens had respected status in the Mortal Dimension, and they were able to make a large sect worship them as a senior, but in this Soulsmelt Mining Area of the Immortal Dimension, they were no different than the lowest prisoners.

Because in the eyes of the Immortal Dimension, these forsakers of the heavens had disrespected the laws of the Immortal Dimension, and they had to suffer punishment!

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At this moment, before a tattered and dirty stone house...