Why Dungeons formed.
Peng Fengnian had said that powerful Players could open Dungeons at game stations, like the Slaughterhouse Dungeon from before. That one had been opened by a Player.
But the Head Chopper Demon and Decibel Town had no fixed Dungeon Boss. They merely provided a setting, as if the Dungeons were generated automatically.
So Dungeons could form in all sorts of ways. They could disappear or keep appearing, and their participants could also become their creators. In other words, every Player had a chance to open a Dungeon and become its Dungeon Boss.
"Interesting."
He was growing more and more interested in Non-Closed Dungeons.
After staying in the office building until dusk, Xu Huo gave the Great Bell one last look before setting off for the West Gate.
*
After a day and a night, Lin Pei and the others inside the Enclosure Wall had finally reached the West Gate, overcoming countless hardships.
Fortunately, their scaffolding had held up fairly well. By keeping their voices down as they went, they'd gradually lost the Aliens following them. The journey had been even safer than crossing the Suspension Bridge.
But they ran into an obstacle when they reached the West Gate.
Unlike at the East Gate, the entire road had been blocked not by a Fence, but by pieces of Metal Plate fastened to a frame with steel nails. They sealed off the road ahead completely.
"How are we supposed to get out?" Wang Chaoqing reached for the Metal Plate, but Lin Pei slapped his hand away. "Are you trying to draw every Alien in here?"
"We'll have to pry the plates open to get through. Try Xu Huo's sword," Ke Liang said wearily. His leg wound had been bleeding the whole way. The Flying Arrow hadn't been poisoned, but