Hu Liena rose to her feet and carefully surveyed her surroundings. Aside from the five-meter-wide platform and a narrow path only wide enough for both feet to stand side by side, there was nothing but endless darkness ahead.
"Where exactly did Mo Lin run off to? Did he go ahead to scout the way? But why did he leave his clothes here? It is indeed much hotter here than Slaughter City, but surely not hot enough for him to strip everything off, right?"
In truth, Hell Road was already somewhat cooler than when they had first arrived. Hu Liena had been unconscious for around an hour. During that time, Mo Lin had remained submerged in the blood pool, using his left leg soul bone to absorb its toxins. He had not guessed wrong—the blood pool's main component was fire poison refined from human blood.
Mo Lin would never drink something like this, but simply destroying it as Tang San had done felt somewhat wasteful. He might as well make full use of its value and see whether he could push his left leg soul bone to the one-hundred-thousand-year level.
Although the poison in the blood pool was weak in concentration, there was simply too much of it. Even after absorbing it for a full hour, he had not taken in even a quarter of the total poison. Moreover, while soaking in the blood pool, the lingering souls of those who had been sacrificed continuously battered Mo Lin's soul. If Mo Lin could use Spirit Binding and General Dispatch, those remnants would either become his nourishment or be controlled by him. But with Slaughter City's strange power suppressing him, Mo Lin could only endure the impacts of these lingering souls on his own.
However, Mo Lin's actions had also caused a