One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Deep within the Blood Realm, in a gloomy and dark prison cell.

Drip-drop!

A droplet of water, following the stalactite hanging from the ceiling, falls into a shallow layer of filthy water below, making a sound.

Ban Poluo did not know how long he had been unconscious. Upon hearing this noise, he finally starts to awaken. He slowly opens his eyes, feeling his mouth exceptionally dry. His arms stretch outward, feeling as if sharp objects had pierced his palms, pinning him to the wall, with waves of piercing pain continuously coming through. Instinctively, he tries to struggle—

"Hiss!"

Ban Poluo’s face stiffens dramatically, his flesh throughout his body boiling like blood.

Among severe pain, his body swells, and the chains wrapped around him clank loudly, taking a long time to gradually settle down.

Obviously, some extremely clever prohibition had been placed on him. Recalling the terrifying sight seen in the Blood Realm before losing consciousness, Ban Poluo’s restless heart slowly sinks into fear.

Now, he has no thoughts of trying to escape anymore. He simply observes his surroundings. The environment of the cell is harsh; the walls stained with rotten, blackened blood, rusty hooks hanging from the ceiling, and several skull-shaped oil lamps emitting a sinister glow. Directly opposite is a thick door, guarded by two fully armed Dragon Guards, standing like two awe-inspiring statues.