Great Era of Reporting?
Zhang Yuanqing thought, The five alliance leaders even know how to make memes?
After venting internally, he quickly began considering how this stage was meant to be played. The first stage had tested intelligence and adaptability. If nothing unexpected happened, the second stage would likely focus on martial strength.
This arena match simulated a large-scale slaughter dungeon. The core of a slaughter dungeon was slaughter—in other words, combat power.
But what the hell was this "Great Era of Reporting"? He simply couldn't connect the name to combat at all.
As he puzzled over it, the scene before him rippled and warped. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but complain inwardly: Right, I'm about to enter the scenario anyway. What's the point of standing here and overthinking it?
The scenery went from distorted to clear in less than two seconds.
Zhang Yuanqing looked around and found himself amid crumbling walls and ruins. He stood within the ruins of an ancient city. As far as he could see were collapsed houses—structures of gray brick and timber. Some had fallen beams, others had toppled walls. Clumps of lush green weeds grew amid blackened, rotting wood and scattered bricks.
So this is the setting for the second stage?
As Zhang Yuanqing pondered this, he sensed his undead corpse nearby, just three meters away. During the first stage, Undead No. 1 had been "blocked" by the dungeon, and even he, its master, had been unable to sense it.
Now, it had been returned to him.
Moreover, his light-colored suit had vanished, reverting to his pajamas.
The Spirit Realm's notification sounded in his ear:
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[Spirit Realm Introduction: Once, there was a powerful general who led the empire's iron cavalry to conquer cities and seize territory, his military achievements illustrious.