Duan Rong walked out of the tea stall, taking a leisurely stroll away from the dungeon's front entrance, ambling along the marketplace surrounding the dungeon, pretending to be at ease.
As he wandered, his Divine Sense had already been released, enveloping the direction of the dungeon.
In fact, just looking from here, the dungeon's entrance was narrow and small, and vaguely within, there stood fortresses that already made people feel the peril of this place.
But when Duan Rong's Divine Sense penetrated the thick high walls of the dungeon and investigated the situation inside, he was greatly shocked, realizing he had underestimated the danger of this dungeon. This place was not just perilous; it was a dead end with no return.
The front door of the dungeon was already very small and narrow, and upon entering, it was a funnel-shaped area, flanked by arrow towers on either side, and overhead between the arrow towers and the front door, a dense net filled with spikes hung down.
