Inside a secret room.
The Three-Faced Man sat resting on a raised platform. One of his faces continuously emitted a low chant, causing the water from the Red Mist Blood Pool clinging to his body to quickly slide off and stay away from his wounds.
An ordinary lord would have been devoured into scraps by the blood mist pool water by now. But the Three-Faced Man belonged to a God-Affiliated Race, naturally protected by special cultivation techniques taught by the gods. His regenerative ability was also extraordinarily powerful.
Amid the Three-Faced Man's low chanting, his wounds healed at a visible rate. In the end, his abdomen was completely restored, as though he had never been injured. The only problem was that the armor protecting his abdomen had been destroyed, and he had no replacement.
"Damn it, I never expected to run into a lord from the Spirit Blade Clan. Those wandering races are the most detestable. I need to find a chance to kill that wandering race I just encountered," the Three-Faced Man growled viciously.
Wandering races were among the most hated races in the other world. Everyone knew roughly how strong each race was, and the God-Affiliated Races generally knew what cultivation techniques and treasures the others possessed.
The true variables were these wandering races. No one knew what they had experienced, what treasures they carried, or what techniques they knew. A moment of carelessness could get someone killed by one of their special spells.
The Three-Faced Man had already been extremely cautious, yet the Spirit Blade Clan lord had still blinked close and stabbed him through the abdomen. If he had not possessed a way to drive off the blood mist pool water, that blow would have killed him. Fortunately, the Spirit Blade Clan lord had not known