Boom!
Ye Wudao heavily fell to the ground.
Pain!
Such pain!
Ye Wudao clutched his head, his gaze sweeping around.
This was an enclosed room, filled with an aura of slaughter, and pervaded by a sense of eeriness.
"Where is this?" Ye Wudao felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Son of North King, this is the North King's Inheritance Room. Anyone who enters here will have their strength suppressed to below the level of a Spirit Warrior!" Shannu appeared behind Ye Wudao.
"Heh heh, this will also be your burial ground!" Enu crossed his arms, his face cold and sinister.
Suddenly, a boiling blood pool in front caught Ye Wudao's eye.
"Eh, what's that?" Ye Wudao's eyes were filled with curiosity.
"Heh heh, that is the Flood Dragon Blood Pool, created by Lord North King with all his life's effort!" Shannu explained with a smile.
What?
Flood Dragon Blood Pool!
Ye Wudao's mouth fell open in disbelief, "It couldn't be made from the blood of a flood dragon, could it?"
