Ethan had to admit it—after seeing the raw power those 13-Tier Behemoths and the 14-Tier Ancient Behemoth unleashed in this dungeon, he was seriously impressed.
No exaggeration, either.
Based on what he knew about the Gold Dragon clan or even the Storm Dragons, it didn't matter who you threw into this dungeon—none of them could match the Ancient Behemoth's performance in actual combat here.
This had to be what people meant by an "adaptive combat environment."
Inside the dungeon, there was no sky. The ceiling was low, the paths were winding, and the corridors were tight. All of that created a very specific kind of terrain—basically, a massive underground cave system.
And in this kind of place?
Flying?
Speed?
Powerful magic?
None of that was an advantage. In fact, it was a liability.
Flying?
There's no room to take off, let alone maneuver.
Speed?
With all these narrow, twisting paths, one wrong move and you're toast.
Magic?
