758. Peeling Back the Fog

Outside the dungeon.

General Wang had already drawn in the flames of light on his forehead.

He blasted the dungeon's iron gates open.

With a formation plate, he wiped away the layers of defensive arrays.

General Wang stepped into the darkness and headed deeper underground.

First level of the dungeon.

All the monsters had long since been slaughtered.

Their corpses had all been transported away by a formation to some unknown place.

General Wang carefully examined the utterly empty first level, his brows furrowing.

Who exactly was the other party?

How many levels had he reached?

No matter what, I mustn't anger that one. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

General Wang drew a deep breath and stepped onto the array leading to the second level.

This was where the Ancient Monsters were held back. Even he could only teleport down one level at a time.

Second level.

Third level.

All the way to the thirteenth level.

General Wang looked at the blood rushing below, a trace of fear in his eyes.

The blood flowed calmly, which meant that nothing below had been disturbed.

That was good.

General Wang let out a long breath of relief.

"Holder of a fragment of the Ancient Gate, descendant of the Ancient Guardians, Lord who rules the Southern Ancient Area—"

General Wang's voice cut off.

He slowly turned his head toward the wall.

The two surviving horned Humanoid Monsters on the wall didn't dare move at all.

But on the wall opposite them, clinging to a hollow in the stone, was a slimy gray creature.

Though the little bug was no bigger than a fingernail, how had it survived here? And how had it escaped the gods' detection?

General Wang fell silent for a moment, then gently released his thoughts.

Smack!

The instant