Dungeon Solo

In the grim dungeon, Wang Chen walked alone.

He had not been in Zone E-9 for long, yet he had already gained another enemy. He felt little about it.

By now, Wang Chen had long understood that the path of cultivation lay in striving.

Strive against heaven, strive against earth, strive against others. Lying flat and rotting away would never lead anywhere.

Besides, there were always people who wanted the strong to devour the weak, doing everything they could to greedily seize and plunder others' cultivation resources.

People like Hu Qi had existed in the past, existed now, and would be even more numerous in the future.

Whether in the Mountain Sea Realm or the Haotian Realm, there was truly no essential difference!

The reason he worked so hard to improve his cultivation and strength was precisely so that he would not be bullied and oppressed by such filthy trash!

So when Hu Qi gained a little advantage with his tongue, Wang Chen could not be bothered to argue with him.

But if that bastard crossed his bottom line...

He could have a taste of the Thousand Transformations Mask!

Though he walked the dungeon alone, Wang Chen felt no fear in his heart.

His newly assigned patrol route was nearly twice as long as the previous one. It also twisted and turned, passing through several remote corners.

The nine levels of Yongle Dungeon each had different layouts. Zone E was like a vast underground labyrinth made up of numerous smaller labyrinths.

Zone E-9 was one of them.

Perhaps for security reasons, prison cells were often spaced far apart, sometimes separated by several hundred paces.

For instance, within a hundred paces in any direction around the cell of Yu Fei, the Joyous Union Sect female cultivator, there was not another room.