Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 795 - 498: Judge of the Black Prison

Chapter 795: Chapter 498: Judge of the Black Prison

"Thump, thump...."

Accompanied by the soft sound of a heartbeat, a ring of formation patterns emerged behind the woman enveloped in the aura of death, unbeknownst to the middle-aged man from the corner of his eye.

The sanctified light instantly dispelled all darkness in the cramped prison cell, and the woman’s pervasive aura of death also began to dissipate rapidly under the illumination.

In an instant, the sound of her faint heartbeats became vigorous and powerful, and her enlarged azure pupils swiftly contracted to their original size.

The middle-aged man’s gaze shifted from anxiety to seriousness.

Compared to Guest Elders who spent years on external missions, the mortality rate within the Black Prison was so low it was almost negligible. However, if danger arose, the likelihood of death was almost certainty.

And today, it seemed he had hit the jackpot.

"Buzz—"

As the humming noise abruptly started, the Chaos Energy Grand Formation designed to interfere with the inmates’ Origin Qi began to activate within the cell. The iron chains rattled raucously, and the blue light emitted from the formation patterns on the inner walls instantly lit the confined cell like daylight.

At the same time, the middle-aged man threw a punch without hesitation at the heart of the foreign woman before him.

As was customary in the Black Prison, when the woman was incarcerated, Skou had provided him with a file on her.

Compared to other inmates in the Black Prison, the information in her file was pitifully scant. There was no identity introduction, no characteristics of her Cultivation Techniques, only a few words: "Physically weak, weak point the heart, keep alive."

But these few words were enough for him.

The fist cleaved the air, speeding towards its target, only to be stopped by a thin, honeycomb-like barrier of light with a "clang."

As consciousness returned to her body, O’Reilly’s gaze brushed past the fist blocked in front of her chest and met the middle-aged man for an instant, her bloodied lips unconsciously curling into a coquettish smile:

"Sir, doing such a thing to a lady in her sleep is hardly gentlemanly...."

"....."

The middle-aged jailer couldn’t understand the woman’s gibberish, but that didn’t prevent him from making a judgment call.

He had to run.

The woman before him exceeded his understanding.

Every prisoner entering the Black Prison was supposed to be drained of all will-spirit and Origin Qi by the Soul-Sucking Grand Formation. Moreover, every cell in the Black Prison was constructed with black spar, a material that blocks out the ambient Origin Qi, creating an absolutely purified space.

In other words,

Even if the inmates locked in the Black Prison had not had their Dantian destroyed, they lacked any source of Origin Qi to cast their Spellcraft. And, considering the Chaotic Energy Grand Formation had already been activated, all operations of their Cultivation Techniques would be disrupted by the formation.

The middle-aged man couldn’t understand how she could cast spells so carelessly under so many constraints, but he knew that when things exceeded his understanding, it was undoubtedly best to flee first.

Since the establishment of the Black Prison, although there had been prisoners who escaped their cells, not a single inmate had ever successfully broken out. As long as he stepped out of the Qi-void cell, he could send an immediate signal.

"Bang."

The middle-aged jailer stomped his foot and speedily retreated, his body withdrawing in a flash.

At the same time, he flicked his fingers towards the woman. Four iron chains hanging from the ceiling instantly tensed, and hooks at their ends, controlled by forces from different directions, were about to tear O’Reilly’s delicate body apart.

"That won’t do."

O’Reilly glanced at the iron hooks that had pierced through her shoulder and palm. A magic ring circling her heart began to rotate, and four invisible hands formed, seizing the chains and forcibly stopping the forces that threatened to rip her body apart:

"You can’t leave yet, sir."

This time, the middle-aged jailer understood the foreigner’s awkwardly pronounced Dayan language, but his body didn’t pause for a moment.

O’Reilly sighed softly, the look in her beautiful eyes suddenly sharp, the magic ring around her heart rotating rapidly. A thin layer of azure water curtain emerged from nowhere to envelop the cell door, blocking the middle-aged man’s path.

The middle-aged jailer’s eyebrows raised slightly. He spun in mid-air, a touch of Dao rhythm manifesting, his fist bursting into a fiery light as he sent a dragon-shaped blaze roaring towards the wall.

His target, however, was not the thin water curtain covering the door but the wall beside it.

As an enemy, he was unaware of the water curtain’s defensive capabilities, but as a jailer, he was very well aware of the black spar wall’s.

But to his dismay, even before his punch could redirect towards the wall, the woman behind him seemed to have anticipated his intent. The flimsy water curtain dissipated, instantly enveloping all four walls. The light of the formation patterns refracted through the water curtain, rippling away.

Realizing there was no avoiding it, the middle-aged man had to confront this unknown spell head-on, but the next scene immediately stopped his punch.

The moment he made contact with the water curtain, both the flames surrounding his fist and his palm itself were instantly devoured and dissolved by the high pressure on the water curtain.

"Drip, drip...."

Blood flowed from the blurry wound with exposed, bone-chilling bones, dripping onto the floor.

The middle-aged man halted his motion, slowly turning his gaze back to the foreign woman still chained by the iron hooks:

"You... speak Dayan?"

O’Reilly slowly straightened up but didn’t attempt to break free from the iron hook and chains. After all, she didn’t know if doing so would trigger some sort of alarm. Her tone was mocking as she smiled:

"Not running anymore?"

The middle-aged jailer glanced around at the various ring-shaped curses that had appeared, his voice calm and collected:

"For a lowly insect, it’s important to know your place when trying to climb higher. You’re not bound by the formation, I am no match for you. And since you haven’t killed me right away, you must want to extract information from me. How about we make a deal, foreign prisoner?"