Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by.
During this half month, Wang Zhifan lived a peaceful life of cultivation, occasionally going out to meet with acquaintances to gather the latest information.
The Duke had also sent people to invite him to join the elite professional group to deal with the threat of the Demon King, but he politely declined, citing his preference for solo action.
In this dungeon world, there had been almost no anomalies during this period, yet the real threat had suddenly arrived in some corner.
On this day, on a vast sea, a gigantic whirlpool suddenly appeared on the undulating waves, with spatial lines exuding an ultimate aura of darkness at the center, as if an ancient cage had been damaged.
Boom~ Boom~ Boom!
Three dull, teeth-clenching sounds immediately followed in succession, not sounds of any physical collision but reactions arising from pure power confrontation.
