He Lu, who had been ambushed, quickly woke up.
After all, he had already become a vampire. The transformation from a mortal to an extraordinary being significantly enhanced his attributes. Although the Blood Vulture Vampire lineage was not top-tier in toxin resistance, it greatly reduced the time he was unconscious due to the poison.
But when He Lu opened his eyes, he realized he was trapped on a silver-gray experimental platform.
His hands and feet were controlled by special energy locks. These things weakened him to the point where he couldn't transform into a bat to escape his predicament. He struggled, his fangs bared once again in agitation, like a trapped rat bound to a firecracker, aware of impending doom but unable to escape.
"Don't be so agitated, He Lu."
Old Flynn's voice sounded from the side, accompanied by the clashing of metal instruments and the operation of some machinery. This former Psychic Scout Master of the Circle Tower and now heretic said calmly:
