Spilled blood that splattered in one corner of the hallway between the buildings on the first floor of Hell of Darkness evaporated immediately after spilling out. Even the corpses that were scattered in that place also dried up faster because the ground was indeed quite hot for those who did not have the ability to survive in that place, let alone a pile of flesh that was already lifeless.
Randolph barely expended his strength while destroying and depriving the five scheming adventurers of their lives. After taking the five bad guys' lives, Randolph had another decision.
His interest in resting was gone. His mood changed instantly.
"Tch…it's all because of those idiots. Thanks to all of them, I'm getting more and more uncomfortable living here. Maybe they are clues that came to me to quickly clear this dungeon as quickly as possible."
