The next day, early morning.
In each of the two major mining districts, hundreds of miner slaves lined up like a long dragon, slowly moving towards the periphery of the Black Jade Mine District.
Their Magical Artifacts had long been confiscated, and their Magical Power was always in a state of exhaustion, making them look numb and haggard, even worse than some mortals.
"Hurry up! Everyone, hurry up!"
"What are you dawdling for? Want a whipping?"
"Remember to keep quiet, no shouting or making noise. If you offend the master with your noise, you'll pay for it!"
Dozens of overseers, holding special long whip Magical Artifacts, maneuvered Escape Light as they patrolled on both sides, frequently scolding and whipping.
"Ah!"
An elderly miner, due to his weak body and slow walking, immediately received a lash of the whip, making him cry out miserably, his skin splitting open and blood flowing.
"Uncle Wu!"
A young boy rushed over to support him, anxiously asking:
