The centaur squad, already notorious for its terrible reputation in Ether City, had finally provoked someone they should never have crossed—kicking a genuine iron plate.
Thus, they could only pay for their actions with their lives.
As for that, the spectators on the scene had nothing but cheers.
Not a trace of sorrow.
One could imagine just how arrogant and overbearing this centaur squad had been in their daily lives, to the point where everyone wished they would hurry up and die.
And after this incident,
The way everyone looked at Ling Zhan and his group changed completely.
From initial contempt to solemn wariness.
Everyone knew that this group's strength was unfathomably deep.
Under such circumstances,
Ling Zhan and the others encountered no further obstacles when entering dungeons.
Moreover, after Ling Zhan and his group entered the dungeons, the people outside remained in the hall, waiting for their results.
The dungeon levels Ling Zhan had applied for today were not particularly high.
As expected,
Half an hour later,
Nearly ten dungeons had been cleared by Ling Zhan with record-breaking times.
Of course, the clear times were all kept within roughly ten seconds of the previous best records.
This naturally shocked everyone once again.
After clearing the dungeons, Ling Zhan took his divine beasts for a stroll through Ether City's most bustling and lively streets.
By the time the sun gradually sank and Nightfall rose,
Ling Zhan began making his way toward the Forest of Death.
Of course, there was no true sun here.
After all, the Ten Thousand Demons Continent had sunk into an underground space.
How could a real sun possibly shine down into this underground world?
The sun had been artificially created through magical means, not only to provide sunlight for the lands of the Ten Thousand Demons