Fifteen minutes ago.
Awareness prickled at Lu Baoshen as he sat on the ritual altar: something had gone awry within this subterranean arena.
Based on the specific itinerary within this arena, well, he had forgotten the details, but usually, no one should be able to access the central altar.
Every so often, approximately every few hours or so, the Great Elder who had kidnapped him would bring a handful or even dozens of frenzied followers before him.
These mad believers would self-mutilate in front of him, exposing their veins for him to see, then proceed to bleed themselves, drenching him in their blood.
Lu Baoshen no longer wished to recall those nauseating sights; just thinking about them made him feel as though he was enveloped in an unshakable stench of blood.
Alright, since he couldn't bathe, the blood stains had completely covered his face, and naturally, the odor couldn't be removed.
