Han Wu's crown-released mist had already filled the entire dungeon.
Within the mist, undead condensed to the molecular level used every trick at their disposal to attack the barrier enveloping the dungeon, yet they achieved nothing.
"Damn it!" Han Wu slammed his fist into the ground.
The space here was sealed and could not be broken open. Otherwise, even if he had to exile himself to an unfamiliar civilization, he could not simply sit here and wait for death.
Still, Han Wu believed that the mist's attacks must also be draining the barrier's energy.
If he persisted, perhaps he would be able to escape the dungeon after some time.
Outside, the sect master of the Heavenly Ladder Civilization sensed the situation within the barrier.
"The Divine Realm Player inside is indeed powerful. In just one short hour, he has consumed ten percent of my energy," the sect master remarked.
Arthur MacArthur, the deputy sect master who had prepared the ritual, stepped forward and flattered him. "That brat must be exhausting his full authority just to contend with ten percent of your energy. The truly powerful one is still you, Sect Master."
The sect master said nothing, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
It was much more comfortable working with someone who knew how to speak.
Arthur MacArthur did not forget the important matter and immediately said, "Sect Master, all the materials needed for the ritual have been prepared. We are only waiting for you to preside over it personally."
"Then let us begin," the sect master said excitedly.
He had waited a long time for this day.
With a single teleport, the sect master appeared atop the ritual platform.
Looking down, he saw that vast quantities of materials had formed a special array.
The sect master used his