Yang Yi looked at all this in shock.

Free Stats: 1.4!

Previously it was 0.

Could it be the 14 crystals I ate before!

Which crystals give themselves free attribute points?

In any case, the appearance of free attribute points is a huge help for him.

"Add points."

Yang Yi's heart was turbulent, and he thought silently and tried.

Brush!

The panel in front of him suddenly began to blur, and the handwriting behind the Thousand Eyes Evil Pupil began to change rapidly, from 1% just now to 2%.

Name: Yi Yang

Age: 20

Ability: Thousand Eyes Evil Pupil (2% development)

Free Attribute Points: 0.4

…

"Sure enough, it can be modified!"

"But what kind of world is this, does everyone have the ability, and what does the Thousand Eyes Evil Pupil refer to? A 1% addition doesn't seem to have changed anything peculiar? ”

His mind was still puzzled, trying to savor all the changes.

The only difference is that you can see more clearly and farther away.

But whether there are other abilities, he can't even try it out now.

Suddenly, Yang Yi wiped the blood from his mouth, and was slightly stunned, finding that the injury on his mouth seemed to have begun to scab.

Not only that, but also the rest of the arms and body!

The speed of healing was unbelievable.

"Could it be that adding some points can speed up wound healing?"

His heart shook.

But the idea was soon abandoned.

Because the second group in the field quickly decided the winner, the winner of the second group also healed his injuries very quickly.

This shows that the accelerated healing is not because he added points.

It is most likely because of the ghost blood in the body.

The second group survived a strong man about 1.8 meters tall, with indigo skin, covered with hideous muscles and green tendons, and the number on his chest was No. 28.

Then it was the turn of the third group.

The third group survived No. 33.

The other party's body was extremely terrifying, two meters four or five, with green fangs, like a zombie, killing everyone around him in an almost devastating way.

And after he ate the crystals in the bodies of other people around him, his originally shriveled muscles directly expanded, like inflation, and became larger.

Facing the other party's huge size, Yang Yi instinctively felt a burst of horror and pressure.

Suddenly, he began to recall the words of the sallow middle-aged man just now.

Only one of them will survive!

Does this mean all of them?

Or is it just each of them?

If only one of the 150 of them can survive, then he will definitely have to fight with the 33rd in the future!

The other party's body size is too terrifying!

There is no way you can win.

Yang Yi's heart was extremely nervous, and he suddenly looked at the other 'criminals' in the corridors on both sides.

The group of 'criminals' preceded them, and their eyes were numb and full of indifference, as if they had become accustomed to all this.

"They've all been through the same fights as we have."

"They were the only ones out of hundreds who survived..."

"But why, why did those people do it?"

He shivered.

The next people are still fighting.

Yang Yi once again discovered two extremely terrifying existences, both of which ended the battle in a way that destroyed the decay, especially No. 69, the opponent's attack method was extremely strange, and when his opponent faced him, it was as if they were all unconscious, becoming sluggish, motionless, and letting him fly out with a punch.

Such a method made Yang Yi more and more shocked and incredible.

Is that... An ability?

Everyone in the stands was smiling.

"Well, I said sixty-nine is good, right?"

"Well, if nothing else, the final winner of this batch should be between the thirty-three and sixty-nine, right?"

…

"Director, it's all over, do you want to let them rest for three days according to the rules?"

The short and fat man smirked and looked at the man with gold wire glasses at the head.

"Rest, don't bother them in these three days, this is the last group of people, and after three days, when they decide the winner, you can enter the second stage."

The man at the head spoke.

"Yes, Director."

The short and fat man hurriedly bowed down, and then ordered the sallow middle-aged man to immediately bring the 10 winners, including Yang Yi, down.

The middle-aged man led by him turned around and began to leave the place with a group of elites around him, discussing the next matters.

The environment is dark and gloomy.

There is not a glimmer of light.

Yang Yi returned to his previous residence again.

As soon as he was escorted back, a prison guard brought food.

It's just that when he saw the food in front of him, Yang Yi was a little appetizing.

The meals were a mixture of unknown flesh and blood, red, completely raw, and filled with a rich, disgusting fishy smell.

His mind was still recalling the previous scene.

No. 33, No. 69, it's all big enemies.

No matter who he faced, he didn't have any chance of winning.

"Damn, did I have to travel here to experience death again?"

All he seemed to be able to rely on now was the panel in front of him.

Yang Yi once again used his clairvoyance ability to look out of the pitch-black cell.

All this, the line of sight penetrated through the rooms and corridors, and the entire huge prison began to slowly come into view.

He found that with the addition of a little bit of freedom, the range of vision was much larger than before.

His gaze soon saw numbers 33 and 69 in the other rooms.

No. 33 was burly, sitting in a dark prison, motionless, like an iron tower, filled with an invisible oppressive aura.

After returning from the 69th, his eyes were indifferent, he grabbed the flesh from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

The more Yang Yi looked, the more he could feel the huge pressure.

Suddenly, his eyes looked in the other direction of the prison, and the thought of running away moved in his heart.

It's just that when he saw the structure of the entire prison, he was in despair.

Not to mention whether the outside of the prison is heavily guarded, the interior alone is like an iron wall.

Walls made of heavy alloy metal were everywhere.

There are cameras every few meters.

Moreover, the entire prison is located in an area dozens of meters underground, surrounded by solid soil, and it is very difficult to escape.

His gaze passed through the area, and soon he found a room densely packed with various books, seemingly... Den.

Yang Yi's heart moved slightly, and his eyes focused on the room.

For a moment, the things in the room seemed to start to draw closer to him.

The rows of bookshelves all caught his eye accurately.

【General History of the Post-Cataclysm】

【Atlas Collection of Abilities Fruits】

【Inheritance of Abilities】

【Known Demon Illustrated Collection】

Yang Yi wanted to see these books clearly, but these books were all placed vertically, arranged in rows, and the words inside were completely unreadable.

His heart was impatient, and he wanted to grab the general history, but suddenly found that as his thoughts emerged, the general history was really slowly trembling.

"I can move, can my spiritual power be able to resist things?"

He concentrated his mental power on the general history, and the illusion of hard work pulled out the general history.

The general history was trembling slightly, extremely faint, but it was pulling out little by little.

Yang Yi was overjoyed.

He really has control over the book.

It's weak, but it's real.

Smack!

The general history fell to the ground in an instant.

Yang Yi immediately concentrated, wanting to open the general history, as he tried hard to think, suddenly in front of him, there was a vague palm, scarlet and demonic, filled with an indescribable atmosphere, and there were three blood-red eyes on the surface, and he slowly opened the general history.

Yang Yi's face was shocked.

This palm...

Was it an illusion of oneself?

...

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