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Wang Quan felt wronged.
He wanted to say loudly, "I just felt that progress was slow."
"I wasn't looking down on you at all."
But he opened his mouth and said nothing.
After all, so many cultivators had gone deaf that there was little point in saying anything.
Forget it. Let this misunderstanding hurt us both!
Whoosh!
He exhaled a breath of stale air and continued inscribing Daoist scriptures.
In the Real World, he could cover the entire room with Daoist scriptures in a little over a dozen hours.
But inside the room in the Second-Layer World, he felt that even a dozen days might not be enough.
Although the area covered by the Daoist scriptures was expanding, the evil beings in the room had not weakened at all.
On the contrary, their resistance grew fiercer.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The surviving cannon evil beings grew larger bodies and sprouted more barrels.
They even emitted streams of black smoke, which spawned a horde of grotesque evil beings with cannon wheels for lower bodies, spherical upper bodies, and eight arms.
The wheels beneath these evil beings spun madly as they raced everywhere.
They loaded the cannons with gunpowder and shells, scrubbed them clean, or dragged them away for strategic repositioning; at critical moments, they even jumped into the barrels themselves to work temporary shifts as cannonballs.
Evil beings such as the commandant and the cook grew larger and increasingly resistant to the [People-Crossing Scripture].
After being injured, they spent less and less time recuperating in the darkness.
Two hours...
Ten hours...
Twenty hours...
After a day and a night:
Two top-tier evil beings appeared each time, attacking Ruo