Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

The Divine Corpse opened its mouth wide, seemingly in a laugh.

Another palm struck down, and countless new humans, following their sect leader’s footsteps, turned into puddles of viscous flesh and blood slurry.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we better leave this damned place swiftly, before the big guy manages to launch the next attack. Let’s quickly make our way out the way we came!”

Ron was surprisingly calm as he retreated, frantically pulling out life-saving items and tools for escape, despite the cold sweat soaking his back.

Several teammates, hearing their leader speak, didn’t hesitate for a moment and instantly rushed towards the passage to the surface.

Only the previously mentioned woman-like short-haired black person kept the same pace as Ron.

She pointed to the high platform, unable to resist saying, “Ambition, look! Those people are players too. They seem to be preparing to fight this BOSS, shouldn’t we go help?”

Your useless pig brain, did it get kicked stupid by your black dad before he ran away?

Fight with this level BOSS?

Are you kidding me internationally!

Ron, with his scalp tingling, really wanted to curse aloud.

But years of cultivation and the subconscious idea of maintaining his image kept him in check.

His smile was somewhat stiff: “We’re underground, and this enormous BOSS is clearly going berserk. If we stay here, sooner or later we’ll be buried alive by the collapsing earth.”

“Catherine, what we need to do now is a strategic retreat, observe the situation, and act accordingly. Reckless fighting is inadvisable; it will only result in a pointless death.”

Discouraged by his words, Catherine, of unknown gender, hesitated no longer and immediately ran towards the exit.

A step behind, Ron finally had the time to wipe the cold sweat almost dripping from his forehead, and let out a relieved breath, secretly hastening his escape.

Help?

Help my grandmother’s legs!

If not running now, what are we waiting for?

A bunch of fools challenging windmills, which sane person would seek death in this situation!

The Divine Corpse continued to absorb the flesh and blood of new humans, attempting to restore its body.

Many tentacles fell off on their own, crawling on the ground, concocting among piles of shattered bones, eventually giving rise to humanoid creatures.

Their strength was not particularly high, at most B or B+ level.

But in quantity, they were as vast as the sea, looking like a dark mass from afar.

A large number of Tentacle Monsters surged towards new humans, devouring them swiftly and completely.

The essence of flesh and blood was sent back to the main body, while the bone fragments served as nourishment for them.

…

On the crude high platform.

Lu Wenwu clenched his fists hard and said to his companions, “Each of you touch it and hurry to take Old Dragon head away, this place is not suitable for lingering. This battle is not one you can participate in.”

“Then let’s talk later! We’ll take care of ourselves.”

Wu Jianqing drew his Lifebound Flying Sword, chuckling with no intention of leaving.

“As usual, you take on the big ones, we’ll handle the little ones. Perfect coordination!”

The dramatic AC Little Milk Cow slung his bow and arrow, gesturing for Elu Cat and Fang Hunter to form a Little Cat Knight state.

He then pulled out his best Hunting Flute, blowing the battle BGM like a Wandering Poet, “woo woo woo.”

Xu Changjiang, with the Hero’s Proof and the exhilarating orchestral accompaniment, performed a symphonic version of the Divine Tune Gang Soldier Technique, seemingly possessed by some unknown Immortals.

“You guys are somewhat suicidal.” Lu Wenwu unceremoniously commented.

“We’re companions! We’ve signed the Abyss Contract!” Wu Jianqing reverted to his original form, “I am the most loyal of all!”

“The young fellows are the same, how can the old servant leave alone?”

Long Yuanhai, smiling, completed his transformation, his body covered with dense Dragon Scales.

Though slightly hunched, his figure became upright like a pine, and his somewhat depleted Qi Blood suddenly filled and surged, as if returned to his peak state.

Now, he was in a half-human, half-dragon state, his aura greatly enhanced.

“In the past, Dragon Ancestor suppressed demons with his body, our Divine Dragon Tribe always regarded ourselves as Dragon Ancestor’s descendants. As the old servant, I, of course, want to contribute a bit to this Divine Protection Continent.”

Lu Wenwu paused for two seconds, saying in a weird tone, “You knew for a long time, so why call me Young Master and act as a servant?”

“Because you are a benefactor to the Divine Dragon Tribe, your benefaction is no different from that of Dragon Ancestor.” Long Yuanhai smiled as he spoke.

“What if I said, before meeting you, I killed the Old Dragon King and destroyed the Dragon Palace?” Lu Wenwu asked again.

This time, Long Haiyuan’s smile disappeared.

His eyes turned sincere and solemn, bowing deeply towards Lu Wenwu.

“Then, the old servant, shamelessly on behalf of all living creatures on the continent, would express gratitude to the Young Master for saving the world!”

“Ugh! Hurry up and stand, we don’t practice this anymore.” Lu Wenwu waved his hand disdainfully, “That’s why I don’t like exchanging with serious older people, can’t entertain at all.”

Long Yuanhai laughed heartily and stood up as instructed.

In the time they were talking, the Divine Corpse had gone on a killing spree.

Numerous members of the Ancient God Evolution Divine Teachings were killed, becoming nourishment for its revival.

Some devoted, fanatic believers continued to bow and pray, hoping to offer themselves to the Ancient Gods, anticipating that after death they could merge with the Ancient Gods and enjoy eternal life in the Divine Spirit’s Divine Country.