Pranay Martinez was tied to a chair, a mass of bloody flesh continuously squirming on the ground.
Half of it was wrapped around Pranay Martinez, and the other half was still on the floor.
Upon hearing Julius Reed enter, the thing twisted something akin to a head.
A bloody mess, nothing could be seen.
"Osher Reed? Julius Reed?" There was no panic on Pranay Martinez's face, only disgust.
Within the ruins of the Nine Spirits Temple, his power was suppressed, making him no different from a normal person.
So at the moment the Martial Artist of the Dusty Platform appeared, he gave up struggling, only cooperating.
Struggling wouldn't solve anything, except bringing more suffering to himself.
Might as well quietly wait and see what the final result would be.
The worst outcome would only be death.
But with struggling, death would come quicker.
Pranay Martinez was a smart person, knowing how to make himself safer.
