One minute later.
Watching Lin An truly prepare to quit and refresh the dungeon, the man inside the Gray Ball let out a bitter laugh and crawled out trembling.
Under Lin An's pressure, he no longer had any room to resist.
He couldn't beat him, nor could he outlast him.
If he didn't want to be slowly worn to death by Lin An, his only hope was to gamble that Lin An would spare him after he handed over the equipment.
As the set armor trembled, a shapeless mass of black mist slowly emerged and transformed into a standing humanoid figure.
The Black Mist quivered and looked toward Lin An as if it were imitating a human.
"You're the most terrifying monster I've ever seen."
The voice was forced out through his throat. The man, utterly disheartened, waved his hand. The next second, amid a tremor as though he were enduring immense pain, the half-body leg armor that had been slowly rotating fell from the altar with a clatter.
"Take it."
"I hope you'll keep your promise and spare me."
His voice was weak and feeble.
The man stared fixedly at Lin An, his figure seemingly hunched by several degrees.
After losing control of the equipment, he could at most eke out another few decades in the dungeon.
Lin An nodded slightly, the coldness in his eyes receding. He didn't care about the Black Mist's desperately concealed reluctance and pain.
His target was the Death God Set, after all. As long as the other party didn't attack him, he could spare this fellow.
Especially—
Once his strength grew greater in the future, he might well be able to return and capture this fellow.
He was extremely curious about the apocalypse of another world.
Perhaps that other world had already found