Long Yun's submission was heard by everyone present.
He watched his subordinates struggling through the trials, heard their constant howls within the dungeon, and felt that suffocating sensation squeezing his chest again and again.
"Please, let them go. I'll do my job and guard the door from now on." He lowered his head, his eyes growing vacant. The "aura" that had been present ever since Jiang Che's dungeon began was dissipating, little by little.
Leng Feng froze, looking at what Long Yun had become. His heart only tightened with unease.
Seeing Long Yun submit, it was as if he could see humanity's future—one where humans, like him, were forced to kneel at the feet of evil spirits.
Long Yun had indeed been reckless and impulsive before, showing arrogance to everyone.
As a high-level human, he hadn't faced a worthy opponent for a very long time.
