It's a pity that it can't, not only can't, but it falls at a very fast speed.
It finally landed in the center of the blood pool, splashing a large amount of blood.
"Ah..." Wang Biliao screamed in pain, his vision became blurred because of the pain, but he could still see the two poisonous demons leaving from a distance.
"Don't go, let me go up!" Wang Biliao watched the two poisonous demons leave in despair, enduring inhuman pain.
He wanted to go into a coma, as long as he could avoid this pain, he could do whatever he wanted.
Xuechi's resentment was aimed at the soul, and he couldn't be unconscious at all.
Pain, excruciating pain, without entering the blood pool, I would never imagine that there is such terrifying pain in this world.
The punishment of skinning and cramping cannot be compared with the punishment of bloodthirsty at all.
Every time he breathes, Wang Biliao feels as long as a year, and now he only hopes that he can die soon.
But the energy in the blood pool made him feel incomparable pain, but it just kept him from dying.
hatred……
Wang Biliao's heart was full of hatred. He hated Qin Ming, the poisonous demon, and everything in this world.
More and more resentment leaked from Wang Biliao's body and was absorbed by the pool of blood.
Wang Biliao didn't know that he was exuding resentment, he couldn't see or hear anything now, he could only feel the boundless pain.
Wang Biliao could only alleviate the pain a little by hating Qin Ming in his heart.
He only hoped that he could die early, but why was his life so tenacious?
While he was struggling in pain, in the center of the blood pool, a drop of blood that didn't mix with the blood pool floated towards Wang Biliao as if alive.
For the other human fighters by the blood pool, this drop of blood turned a blind eye, but it was full of interest in Wang Biliao.
He felt the hatred in Wang Biliao's body, and also felt Wang Biliao's weakness. In a flash, blood entered Wang Biliao's body.
After entering Wang Biliao's body, the blood began to fuse with Wang Biliao.
The process of integration did not prevent Wang Biliao from suffering, on the contrary, because his consciousness became clearer, the pain became more intense.
Wang Biliao wanted to scream, but no sound could come out of his throat.
One night passed, and Wang Biliao seemed to have experienced a thousand years. He felt that this time was so long.
In his heart, he always thinks about Qin Ming, hates Qin Ming, and only hatred can support him until now.
"I'm not dead?" Wang Biliao looked at his hand in disbelief.
At some point, the rope that bound him was gone, and he survived intact.
After coming here, he heard other warriors talk about this terrifying blood pool.
The blood pool has the ability to melt the warrior's body, among other things.
The blood pool can melt almost as long as it contains energy, the only difference is the speed of melting.
The two poisonous demons left obviously to let him melt into the blood pool and use his flesh and blood to provide energy for the blood pool.
For poisonous demons, useless human warriors will be used as waste.
He was thrown into the center of the blood pool, and he was regarded as a waste. Logically speaking, his entire body should be melted by the blood pool.
But now not only was he not melted, but he was still standing here intact.
"The blood pool doesn't do me any harm anymore, not only that, I even feel that I can absorb the energy in it." Wang Biliao looked at the blood flowing around him.