One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Boom!

Inside the earth fortress.

The rock wall in front of Su Heng and Zhao Meiying crumbled inch by inch, exposing the scene within.

It was a vast hemispherical space, with blood-drenched skulls embedded in the walls and ceiling on both sides, all gouged of their eyes and tongues, with viscous black and red blood dripping down, forming a cruel and terrifying curtain of blood.

And on the ground.

Viscous innards, bones, and hacked limbs were arranged in a specific manner, forming a strange hexagram pattern.

At the center of the pattern, on a black platform, sat a burly figure.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with a rugged and robust build, and well-proportioned facial features. Black hair cascaded down his shoulders, fluttering faintly in the wind.

Even with his eyes closed and silent, he emitted an aura of righteousness, stability, and reliability.