Despite all his bold talk, what happened next left Lin Feng feeling numb.
The sensation of death hung over Lin Feng like a heavy shadow.
After entering the bottomless passage, what Lin Feng encountered most often was death.
Death!
And more death!
In the courtyard in Fog City, Lin Feng lay on the ground with his limbs spread, feeling rather numb. Beside him, a sheet of paper was densely covered in writing. It contained a nurturing cultivation method for the Demon-Binding Rope.
There was also a Sword Talisman.
The Sword Talisman, Break the Army.
He had mastered this Sword Talisman, and he had also begun nurturing the Magical Artifact. That alone made it clear that this was not the first time the game had forced Lin Feng into a cooldown.
He had been forced into thirty-two hours of cooldowns and had died four times.
As the saying went, time rose in the east and set in the west, while romance remained faithful unto death.
He had exchanged fewer than six sentences with the old Daoist, violated four taboos, and earned himself four times eight—thirty-two hours.
Almost an entire day and night had passed.
Every death had come without warning or reason. In the Western Hunan Mountains, at least he could see what had killed him—a Blood God, a Yin God, a Gu Worm, or Cursecraft.
Inside [Ascension Stockade], Lin Feng had no idea what he was facing.
In Nanyang’s Rise into Evil—or, to be precise, before he had even set foot in the South Seas—he had only made a circuit around Fukou before getting stuck. He had not even reached the part the game was named after.
That familiar feeling of being stuck.
Lin Feng was getting impatient.
He did not want to hear anything about playing to his strengths