The feeling of being spaced out quickly dissipated. When Wang Zhifan fully regained his personal consciousness, he found that his current surroundings were quite ordinary—a forest environment he had encountered several times before.
But soon, he discovered that his teammates in this dungeon were quite unusual, causing him to focus his gaze on them before they had even awakened.
They were two males, one old and one young. The older one appeared to be around sixty-five years old, relatively healthy and well-proportioned for an elderly person, though slightly hunched and overweight. His hair was almost entirely gone, leaving only a ring of short gray-white hair around the edge of his forehead. He wore a red vest paired with black shorts and large sandals. If not for the one-meter-long machete in his hand, he looked entirely like a granddad strolling around the streets.
