The prison chamber was vast, holding a dozen or so captives.
These individuals were dressed in animal hide garments, now faded and caked with dust, clearly unwashed for ages.
Moreover, their hair and beards were long and unkempt. Upon seeing Anthony and his group, they cowered in the corners, trembling and too afraid to speak.
"Weird, what are these savages doing here?"
Holding her nose, Sandra asked as she looked at the disheveled men before her. The room stank, cluttered with piles of waste and leftover food.
"These people being imprisoned and kept here by Sun Hao suggests they're more than just simple savages."
Anthony observed the group, speaking slowly.
Anthony also realized one thing: Sun Hao and his men were definitely not in this underground chamber now.
If Sun Hao and his
