The man with the black dragon tattoo on his arm snapped his eyes open, finding himself lying in a cellar where the blue-brick walls were seeping with a viscous liquid.
He tried to channel his spirit stone energy to investigate, but a dull ache in his dantian stopped him—his body was already bound by iron chains, and his spirit energy was suppressed.
Unable to contain his temper, he let out a vulgar curse and swung a fist toward the wall crack where the moisture was thickest. Just as his fist was about to strike the wall, the entire surface suddenly transformed into a shimmering curtain of water.
Chapter 74