"Damn it!"
"It's another deadend!"
"Bastard!"
"So many of us have died on the way here, and we finally reached this place, but it's a deadend… Just which sinister jerk designed these traps?!"
In another narrow tunnel that was exactly the same as the one Happy and his party traveled, dozens of Myth Realm elites were blocked in a deadend. They looked panicked as they drew their weapons and left behind countless gashes on the walls around them. The thickness of the walls were clearly extraordinary, and even if the Myth Realm elites attacked them in turns, they showed no signs of breaking.
The group instantly fell into despair. The wall was sturdy.
When they turned around, rolling sand surged at them like a monster with its mouth wide open to devour them!
Red blood and torn corpses were mixed in the yellow sand. When the Myth Realm elites saw this, they broke into cold sweat, and they were enveloped by an unprecedented threat of death.
