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.
