At the second level of the Fiend Prison, the locked prisoners were not the officials and assassins; they were the truly powerful swordsmen.
They were the likes of the sect masters of the deviant sects or the chief devils of the Underworld, and it was even said that some of them were the demons from the ancient times.
Jing Jiu's feet barely touched the ground; otherwise, he would have definitely made some noise.
However, judging by the slight changes under his shoes, Jing Jiu could tell that the sandy pebbles underneath became much softer now, as if they had baked in the hot sun for a long time.
Thought it was located at the deep end of the Fiend Prison without any sunshine, it was still very hot here, even many times hotter than the ground shone by the sun.