"Splash!"
The sound of a heavy object hitting the waterlogged ground exploded, it was Fanen falling to the ground.
If we count the time spent watching the images, how long had he been falling? Perhaps nearly ten minutes?
Where in the outside world could you find a place where you could free-fall for almost ten minutes and not die? Only in the Dungeon could such a spectacle occur.
Fanen was now mentally clear, but his body still couldn't move. He could only lie on the ground, without the strength to even lift his head. Although he felt no pain, it was as if he had been crippled by the fall, and his newly awakened spirit turned groggy again, his eyelids almost impossible to open.
"Tap, tap..."
A strange sound seemed to come from the front, like the sound of hooves.
He tried to lift his head, but could only see furry white hooves before his eyes, and he had no strength to look further up.
Was it really a horse?
