The Lost Name

The Giant Eye cowered in the deepest recesses.

Black and White Immune Patterns covered its pupil, while tentacles burrowed out of the Bone Wall like nerves growing from within the walls.

The Players charged forward.

A whole group died.

They charged again.

Another whole group died.

The Respawn Point shone as brightly as it did during New Year.

"Did you record the mechanics?"

"I did! The third tentacle on the left has a delay in its Judgment!"

"Delay my ass! I got pancaked the moment I went over!"

"Then that means you successfully tested it. Put it in the guide!"

Little White stood outside Rift Valley, maintaining three layers of Silver-White Light Screen.

Every layer was cracking.

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as she raised a hand and tossed the new data into the channel.

[Tentacle Scales possess an immune Whitelist.]

[Suggestion: attack during the gaps when the scales open and close.]

[Warning: if the Respawn Anchor Point is struck by a Black and White Beam, it will temporarily fail.]

The Player Channel fell silent for a breath.

Then it became even livelier.

[Got it. We can't just camp at the Anchor Point.]

[Healers, stop healing people and heal the Respawn Point!]

[First time I've seen a Dungeon mechanic that requires healing the Respawn Point. Ridiculous, but reasonable.]

Li Qingcang slashed a tentacle back with one strike, his arm numbed by the impact.

He looked into the depths of the rift and said gravely, "There's no point in throwing ourselves at it like this."

Little White gritted her teeth. "Yang Yu is waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for those things inside to think this is all we can do."

As soon as she finished speaking—

Yang Yu's voice rang out in the Abyss