Looking at the blood beneath him, which had soaked the entire floor, An Chen surmised that his heart must have been gouged out quite some time ago.
He did not panic, however, and first controlled his blood to stop it from flowing.
He strained to lift his head and looked around.
Everything within his field of vision was pitch-black; he could not have seen his own fingers before his face. He wrinkled his nose, smelling the decay that permeated the air.
Where was this?
An Chen pricked up his ears and listened closely.
A faint sound came from far away. Thump, thump, thump. It was a heartbeat.
He looked toward the sound, but the deep darkness blocked his sight.
Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump.
As though sensing An Chen's gaze, the heartbeat grew louder and louder.
Thump-thump-thump!
At last, it thundered in An Chen's ears like beating war drums, and his heart could not help trembling.
Not good!
An Chen hesitated no longer. He hurriedly used Flesh Magic, attempting to turn himself into a puddle of flesh and blood to escape the wood pinning him down.
But he saw no change in his flesh, and the blood beneath him had not slowed its flow either.
Something was wrong!
Was he still dreaming?
Listening to the thunderous heartbeat in his ears, trapped in restraints he could not break no matter what he did, An Chen felt helpless for the first time.
"Darkflame Domain!"
An Chen roared, drawing on his Martial Soul's power.
In an instant, the temperature shot up by dozens of degrees. Black flames ignited around him, continually scorching the wood pressing down on him.
While the flames burned, he also took the opportunity to summon a Shadow Servant, only to find that he could not summon one at all, leaving him unable