Unfortunately, when Lu Ran and his group emerged from the dungeon,
the Deathmatch Arena room had already vanished.
Probably went for a meal, just like yesterday.
"Since that's the case, let's go eat too. After eating, let's see if he dares to continue creating rooms," Yu Qingcang suggested.
On the other side, in Japan.
Nanami sat by a small stream, leisurely sipping sake.
The enormous pressure of the past few days had left her at a loss, but now she finally felt relieved.
"It's laughable, really. I was so tense because of an ordinary Undead Mage, and I even went to great lengths to obtain the Eight-Eyed Luo Umbrella," Nanami mused to herself.
"After all, it's just an Undead Mage, President. Are you going to try the sixty-second floor next?" the maid beside her refilled her sake cup and asked.
"No rush. With my advantage on sixty-one, even Yu Qingcang, who's two floors behind, can't cross the threshold of the sixtieth floor anytime soon," Nanami said confidently.
