At the same time, the gray cloth shot out like a spear, but midway it seemed to have twisted direction, crashing directly into the wall, spreading a large cloud of dust. Meanwhile, under the gray cloth, a drop of water silently fell onto the inverted triangle eyes' pant leg.
Inverted triangle eyes' figure blurred, gradually dissipating there.
Wen Yan retrieved the gray cloth, quietly standing in place, while the illusion above his head also dissipated.
He sensed it; this time, another mountain emerged, even taller and bigger than the second time and the first, and it had a main peak and a side peak.
The mountain seemed to burn with flames, its power stronger than the previous two.
Wen Yan carefully sensed it, feeling satisfied. He hadn't wasted his day of pondering; the benefits of the dungeon were getting weaker each time, and exhausting the benefits of this dungeon was definitely not enough for him to pave the way.
