North of Cuckoo Town.
Mine.
The eighty-ninth layer, lava layer.
The scorching air carries a pungent smell of blood.
The foul stench of monster corpses mixed with the bloody scent evaporates and turns into colorful mists, drifting through the mining layers.
Amidst the sprawling monster corpses.
A woman covered from head to toe in white bone armor stands off against a bare-chested, muscular man.
The "Bone Armor" on Bai Runding's body is dented with fist marks. At this moment, continuous fragments of bone are peeling off from Bai Runding's surface, revealing the white and bloody flesh underneath.
"How long can you hold out?" Yan Cao lifts his fists with a smug chuckle. "Fancy tricks you have, but overpowering strength breaks all techniques. No complex skills can block pure power."
"Is that so?"
Behind the white bone armor, Bai Runding, with her moist lips bitten, stares intently behind Yan Cao—whose body is blocking the only exit.
