Dragon-Rank Powerhouses

The people Lin Baici had just encountered had no interest in talking. They simply moved forward in silence.

Anyone who had survived this long on their own strength had to be an elite with real skills. They understood how terrifying this God Ruins was, and the faintness of their hope left everyone dispirited.

Wang Qing had thought the three newcomers might take the opportunity to ask about the situation, but every one of them turned out to be as tight-lipped as a gourd.

Did they really think he was kind enough to share information without being asked?

In Wang Qing's opinion, these three weren't likely to survive to the end. That made it much easier to think of them as cannon fodder.

"He mentioned a gathering time earlier, so that means there are other people here!"

Melanie muttered under her breath, hoping Lin Baici would ask around.

They were all from the Nine Provinces, so it should have been easier to communicate with them. But Lin Baici clearly had no intention of doing that.

That left Melanie a little dissatisfied.

Lin Baici ignored the foreign beauty. Wasn't that obvious?

Why ask?

The rest of the journey went smoothly. They didn't encounter any monsters. After walking for a little over twenty minutes, they climbed a spiral stone staircase to the level above.

But they still hadn't made it out.

After passing through another corridor, they reached a somewhat spacious area.

It was about half the size of a basketball court. Thick iron spikes had been driven into the wall, and many keys hung from them.

This was probably where the jailers usually stayed.

There were now more than twenty foreigners here, mostly white, with five Black people and no Asians.

Wang Qing's group had apparently experienced Rule Pollution together with these