Inside the Hundred Beasts Tower, the remaining people were also shocked. They were thinking, wouldn't falling into a barrier like this mean landing directly on the head of an exotic entity?
If the exotic entity inside is gigantic, wouldn't it just open its mouth and wait for its takeout to be delivered?
A Golden Peak Beastmaster, who was leading a battle corps, couldn't help but ask:
"President Sol, is this really alright?"
After all, he had brought elite seeds of his battle corps this time. They could accept death in battle, as that was their personal choice, but dying so ludicrously was too frustrating.
"Don't worry."
Silas Davidson casually took a cup of coffee from his female secretary, added a piece of milk candy, stirred it gently with a spoon, took a sip, and frowned. As expected... coffee should be drunk black!
Holding onto a principle of not wasting, he gritted his teeth, finished the milk coffee in one gulp, and leisurely said:
