At the foot of the mountain, there were more than ten caves that were connected to the interior of the mountain. Many human slaves passed through these caves to enter the Spirit Vein to mine.
In addition to the people in charge of mining, there were also slaves who were in charge of carrying Spirit Stones and other useless gravel out of the Spirit Vein.
Each of these human slaves carried a huge basket on their back. The basket was filled with gravel. As these human slaves were even worse than pigs and dogs, it was naturally impossible for the Barbarian Race to provide them with space rings.
These gravel were excavated during the process of mining the Spirit Vein. Every day, these human slaves had to carry out a large number of gravel.
It was still alright for those who had a cultivation base, but for those who did not, it was extremely difficult for them to carry these baskets. Moreover, in these caves, there were burly Barbarians holding whips in their hands, constantly forcing the human slaves to walk faster.
Anyone who was slightly slow would be whipped without a second word.
The number of human slaves who had been beaten to death by these barbarians was not a small number here. In fact, they could be seen almost every day. There was a mass grave not far from the shack area where the human slaves lived. It was densely packed with graves.
These people were either beaten to death or starved to death by the Barbarian Tribe.
The Barbarian Tribe never had to care about the physical condition of these human slaves, nor did they care about their lives. This was because in the eyes of the Barbarian Tribe, these human slaves were the poorest things in the world. They were worthless.
If they died, then they died. At worst, they could just go around and catch some more. After all, what would the human race dare to say? Some big families even took the initiative to send batches of slaves over when they heard that the Barbarian Tribe needed slaves.
It was precisely because they had an endless supply of human slaves that the Barbarian Tribe did not have the slightest bit of mercy.
"Walk faster, you old thing. Today, you have to carry fifty times. Until now, you've only done it five times. Let me tell you, if you don't finish, today will be the day you die." A Barbarian Tribe man was holding a whip and constantly whipping a human old man who had no cultivation base.
This old man didn't look young anymore. Although his hair wasn't completely white, the wrinkles on his face showed that he wasn't young anymore.
He was an old man, but his daily tasks were extremely heavy. Indeed, he could not carry them anymore. However, the Barbarian Race did not care about this at all. They looked as if they wanted to beat him to death.
Lying weakly on the ground, the whip lashed out at the old man's back. The broken stones in the basket were scattered on the ground. The old man didn't even have the strength to scream after being mercilessly whipped.
Not only was there a heavy workload every day, but there was almost no food to eat. Even if there was, it was almost no different from pig feed. Even so, each person could not even get a bowl of it.
Without enough food, and having to complete the arduous work every day, one could imagine how much damage this would cause to a person without cultivation.
Judging from the old man's appearance, it would be difficult for him to stand up again. Seeing this, a murderous look flashed across the Barbarian's eyes. He then raised his arm high and lashed out with his whip as he shouted coldly.
"Old man, what's the use of keeping you alive? Go to hell."
The old man could be said to be at the end of his life. Without labor, he was naturally a good-for-nothing. The Barbarian Race had a very simple way to deal with good-for-nothings, which was to kill them.
He wanted to whip the old man to death, but at the critical moment, the whip was caught in someone's hand.
The person who appeared was also a human slave. However, he was very young. Although his body was thin and weak, he could be considered to be relatively healthy. Moreover, judging from the aura on his body, this young man actually had the cultivation of the Heaven Realm. With cultivation, his strength was naturally greater than that of an ordinary person.
The appearance of the young man saved the old man. Seeing this, the Barbarian Race shouted coldly, "Are you looking for death?"
Faced with the Barbarian Race's shout, the young man was unmoved. However, the other human slaves beside him laughed nervously and advised him, "Chen Zhong, forget it, forget it. Don't do this. You'll be beaten to death."
The young man's name was Chen Zhong. He was captured three years ago and became a slave here. Because of his cultivation, his honesty, and his kindness, he had a lot of prestige among the crowd.
At this moment, seeing Chen Zhong stand up for the old man, many of the human slaves around him began to persuade him in whispers.
Nothing good would come out of going against the Barbarian Tribe here. However, Chen Zhong completely ignored everyone's persuasion. His eyes were still fixed on the Barbarian Tribe's leader.
Completely angered by Chen Zhong's attitude, the Barbarian Race immediately shouted angrily, "If you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish."
As he spoke, he sent out a signal. Soon, three Barbarian Race guards rushed over. A total of four Barbarian Race guards surrounded Chen Zhong tightly.
In fact, Chen Zhong should have gotten used to such a life over the past three years. However, recently, Chen Zhong inadvertently heard about the Sacred Palace from a casual conversation between two Barbarian Race guards.
When he heard that the Human Race also had their own secondary saint sect, Chen Zhong was extremely excited. He knew very well that the reason why the Human Race here had fallen to such a state was because the Human Race was weak. However, now that the Human Race also had their own secondary saint sect, did that mean that there was hope for him and the hundreds of thousands of human slaves here?
Suddenly, there was hope. Chen Zhong had been fantasizing for the past few days that one day, the people of the Sacred Palace would descend here and chase these Barbarians away, allowing the hundreds of thousands of humans here to return to their hometowns.
It was because of this hope in his heart that Chen Zhong shouted angrily as he was surrounded by the four Brute Race guards. His eyes were filled with hatred.
"How long do you think you can be happy for? The Sacred Palace of the Human Race has already been established. It won't be long before the Sacred Palace comes here. "
The Sacred Palace was Chen Zhong's hope. However, when the guard heard his words, he sneered and said, "Sacred Palace? Talk about it when you're alive."
These Barbarian Race guards naturally knew about the establishment of the Sacred Palace. However, in their opinion, the Sacred Palace was too far away from them. They were just small fry at the bottom and were destined to have no contact with the Sacred Palace. These matters should be left to the big shots of the Liwang Sect to worry about.
In any case, they only needed to obey orders. As long as the Liwang Sect did not announce their withdrawal, they would not have to worry about anything.
As he spoke, the Barbarian Race guard threw a punch straight at Chen Zhong. Just when everyone thought that Chen Zhong was definitely going to die, the Barbarian Race guard who took the initiative to attack was inexplicably sent flying without warning.
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