The Blood Pool (4)

"And this is…"

Elder Xinyi pointed at the lowest pillar and smiled bitterly. "Isn't that Feng Wu's bar?"

After that, they all looked in Feng Wu's direction.

In the furthest corner, Feng Wu was sitting cross-legged in the blood pool and absorbing the spiritual crystal with a serious look on her face.

Elder Zhongren couldn't help but chuckle. "The cylindrical column is blank, which means that she hasn't absorbed any of it yet. That stance is quite intimidating."

This time, Luo Zibo didn't know what to say.

Other people might not be as good, but they could at least absorb a little. Even Luo Guyu, who was next to Feng Wu, had a good score. She was already at the 15th mark.

As for Luo Zizhong, he was almost 30.

Feng Wu's value was zero.

Luo Zibo rubbed his nose with a wry smile. He had thought that his cousin would get to 10 at least, but as it turned out, she had been stuck at zero.

No one knew how frustrated Feng Wu was.