Wanwan and Da Lang doesn't drink medicine's arrival was considered good news; at least the players entering the Secret Realm weren't doing too badly.

Not being eliminated was the best news!

Hearing Dung Beetle's teasing, Wanwan couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Her luck hadn't been great. She had encountered an eerie black fog that chased her all the way here, and it was this fog that had crippled her feet. If she hadn't run into Da Lang doesn't drink medicine, she probably would've been the first player to be eliminated.

"Stop making snide remarks. Let's get out of here first," Wanwan frowned. "My injury is quite serious. If we delay any longer, I might not be able to help later on."

That statement was indeed true. The difficulty of this Dungeon now far exceeded their expectations. Simply bulldozing through as usual was nearly impossible, so teamwork was crucial. Moreover, to save her, Da Lang doesn't drink medicine's Equipment also suffered severe damage. If they didn't repair the Equipment quickly, Da Lang doesn't drink medicine would be rendered completely useless.

Dung Beetle stopped joking around and, using the Magpie Bridge Immortal, took them back to King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang's side by the Nut Wall.

Standing on the Nut Wall, King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang greeted them with a smile, "That bad, huh? I thought you guys would have made it here safely with your Power."

Jeez, another one making snide remarks. Still, it's pretty good this guy hasn't turned into a Sprayer.

Wanwan didn't feel like talking and just sat behind the Nut Wall, frowning. "Why are there only the two of you? Haven't the others arrived yet?"

Nearby, Da Lang doesn't drink medicine was also surprised. He thought he and Wanwan would be the last to arrive; it turned out they were early. But this was not good news. Old Mo and the others hadn't arrived yet, which clearly meant they had encountered trouble and couldn't make it here anytime soon.

"It's already pretty good. I only arrived a bit before you," Dung Beetle sighed. "The difficulty of this Dungeon is so high. If Sprayer hadn't set up a territory here, we would probably still be running for our lives."

They were used to scenarios of brute-force dominance; who would have thought that upon entering this Dungeon, they would start running for their lives? Such a change was indeed hard to accept. Ultimately, however, it was because their Power was too weak. If they could increase their Power even a bit more, they wouldn't have been stumped by this Dungeon.

Da Lang doesn't drink medicine took out some Materials and sat down to repair his Equipment; after all, he was the main tank of the team. His main strength was defense, so it would be a real problem if there were any issues with it.

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang looked at Wanwan's injuries, turned, and said, "You go to the dandelion. My dandelion can help you heal."

His plants each had their unique benefits. The dandelion could help heal injuries and also grant an invincible protective shield—albeit for a limited time—but it was definitely a good item.

Wanwan wasn't coy. She thanked him and limped towards the dandelion.

Looking at her unyielding retreating figure, Dung Beetle murmured, "Do you think Old Mo can smoothly win over such a strong woman?"

Hearing this, King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This guy is just too idle! What do other couples' affairs have to do with a scumbag like him? Really, a dog meddling with mice—utterly nosy.

"Hey, don't go! Let's keep chatting," Dung Beetle quickly called out when he saw King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang about to leave. "Seriously, I quite enjoy talking with you. You might be a bit arrogant, but you're a decent person."

"If you've got nothing better to do, just sit on the Nut Wall and keep watch," King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang retorted, glancing back before walking helplessly towards the Corn Shooter.

Good thing I have a variety of plants here I can eat to regain stamina, otherwise I'll be dragged down eventually.

Seeing this, Dung Beetle still wanted to chat with Da Lang doesn't drink medicine, but seeing him engrossed in repairing his Equipment, he gave up the idea. Everyone knew this guy was an upright fellow; talking to upright fellows wasn't fun at all.

Dung Beetle jumped onto the Nut Wall. Looking at the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect members sitting outside, his eyes darted around before he fixed them with a gleeful stare.

Senior Brother Liu Yunqi noticed his gaze and instantly had a bad feeling. What is this guy up to? That smile seems to herald imminent danger!

The next moment, Dung Beetle took out a jar of Stinky Tofu from his Communication Ring and, under the puzzled gazes of the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect members, tore open the seal.

"Damn it, who shit their pants?! It stinks so bad!"

"What the heck did they eat? I can barely stand the smell—UGH! Who is it—UGH!"

"I can't take it! The smell is even stinging my eyes! I can't hold it any longer! Move over, I'm gonna puke!"

"Don't you dare puke this way, damn it! Are you out of your mind?!"

"..."

In an instant, the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect members, who had just settled down, scattered in all directions. One Disciple couldn't take it anymore and vomited—a projectile spray—and a nearby Female Disciple, unable to dodge in time, ended up with her head covered in it.

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