As beings from every corner began to turn their attention to this Secret Realm assault battle,
Ling Zhan, stationed at the entrance to the 51st floor, was already fully prepared.
Old Funo beside him had his eyes slightly closed, still carrying himself with the serene elegance of a gentleman.
Only, the tie at his collar had been loosened slightly.
Anyone familiar with this "Death Scythe" knew, the moment they saw this, that the supremely elegant old man had begun to take things seriously.
Clearly, he did not want to capsize in a gutter.
Though Funo believed deep down that this Freelancer could not possibly shake him off,
he still had to be a little more serious, just in case.
It was then—
Creak...
Under the stationed soldiers' magical chants, the bronze gates leading to the 51st floor shed their intricate, arcane magical shackles, and the two doors slowly swung open.
Roar!!
The instant the gates opened,
an incomparably savage beastly roar immediately thundered out from within, making hearts tremble at the sound.
"It's begun!"
The outside spectators hurriedly perked up.
Whoosh!!
The moment the gates opened, Ling Zhan shot out like a cannonball!
Old Funo's figure likewise vanished from where he stood, turning into a pool of pitch-black Shadow Pool that clung tightly to Ling Zhan's side.
The spectators from the "Eden" guild watched in stunned disbelief as the screen flickered slightly.
Then it switched to footage being recorded by old Funo!
"What a fast sprinting speed!"
"Good lord! Even using a movement skill, I can't match that guy's running speed!"
On the screen, Ling Zhan raced through the pitch-black, gloomy Secret Realm passageway.
Behind him, dust and smoke surged into the sky, like the trail left by a speeding sports car.
"Though he's fast, look at the footage—that Death