But the big question now was—how were they supposed to leave from here, especially when Theron couldn't even stand up from the chair?
Just then, something crossed Theron's mind. If his blood was that powerful, then maybe it could break those ropes too.
After all, even Liro wanted his blood so badly, which meant there was something extraordinary in it.
"Damon, my blood—come on, put some of my blood on the rope."
Damon's eyes widened after hearing that, but seeing Theron's determined face, he didn't have any other choice.
He just pinched the place where the blood had been drawn earlier.
His face became gloomy, and his hands were trembling, doing this to his own brother.
In a few seconds, a drop of blood came out of Theron, and Damon took that drop and placed it on the rope.
As soon as he did, a black light suddenly started glowing on the rope—and in a second, it burned away.
