Dungeoneering! Humanity's Shelter!

"This?" Yun'er immediately sank into deep thought, as though she had returned to a senior-year classroom.

She stared at the Soul Reavers locked in battle, her gaze somewhat lost, as if she could not find anywhere to set foot.

Lu Yu looked over the area and sighed. "This place is really huge. It can actually hold so many Demons fighting at once."

"It's a pity we can't live in this dungeoneering. Otherwise, if we made use of the space above as well, we could definitely save a lot of people."

"Yeah, if it weren't for turning into Undead Creatures..." Zhao Xu agreed.

But as he spoke, his eyes suddenly widened. He turned to look down the corridor behind them, where cages on both sides held quite a few human adventurers from the camp.

What had once been a place of utter death now seemed to carry a faint hint of human hope.

Most of these adventurers had been captured within the past two days.

Yet not a single corpse had turned into an Undead Creature after death.

Those ogres hardly seemed like the sort who would diligently clean up Undead Creatures.

On the surface of the Barbaric Dead Land, these badly wounded people should have been under close care, watched carefully in case they suddenly transformed into Undead Creatures. In some places, people even had to keep axes in hand at all times, lest critically ill patients fail to hold on and directly turn into Undead Creatures.

There was no zombie virus, yet it was worse than a zombie virus.

But inside these dungeoneering cells, where they had been left to fend for themselves and where the Negative Energy pressure should have been even heavier, they had somehow held on until their rescue arrived.

At that moment, a "guess" kept