72: Massive destruction!

The setting sun gradually descended.

The desert temperature dropped abruptly.

The temperature plummeted to its lowest point in an instant.

This temperature was quite different from the usual day-night temperature difference in the desert outside; one could clearly feel that it had reached an extreme low at zero degrees.

Even the magical aura in the air began to distort.

That such a disparity existed within this Secret Realm was quite strange.

To preserve her own spiritual energy, Ning Xiwei did not use any protective measures against the cold.

Inevitably, she sneezed.

"Achoo!"

Ning Xiwei adjusted her clothes and huddled closer to Lu Chen's side.

"Hold on tight, we're leaving!"

Taking advantage of the sun going down,

Lu Chen intended to set off.

"Ah? We're leaving now? Little Skeleton? Isn't it more dangerous at night?"

Ning Xiwei didn't understand, but she still gripped Lu Chen's shoulder tightly.

Looking at the desert, Lu Chen's eyes were filled with solemnity.

The disappearance of the sun was actually good news for him as a member of the Undead Race.

While humans needed the sun,

Undead like Lu Chen did not.

Moreover, as a summoned creature, he didn't have to worry too much about sunlight anyway.

Lu Chen wasn't particularly afraid of so-called Light Magic.

However, the night could indeed enhance his strength.

Being able to see through the darkness was also one of his abilities.

Lu Chen didn't offer any comfort; he simply told Ning Xiwei to hold on tight.

Then, he stood up.

It was time for the next step of the plan.

The next moment.

Lu Chen channeled all the power in his body into his right fist!

An incredibly powerful force manifested within his fist.

"Fifty-fold Strength Enhancement!"

"Let me directly break this layer of the Secret Realm!"

"Break—!"

A violent shout rang out from this layer of the Secret Realm.

It was Lu Chen's long roar to the heavens.

A world-shaking roar of fury!

...Meanwhile, outside the Secret Realm.

Because the inside of the Secret Realm and the outside were essentially two different worlds, even the flow of time was different; although heaven and earth had changed drastically inside and a day and night had passed, for those outside, it had been less than an hour.

In a place distorted by magic, everything was twisted.

Like a forest in the abyss, it was like towering trees on the ground that could never grow any larger.

With such a time difference,

Some people had already escaped the Secret Realm.

To say they 'escaped' was a polite way of putting it.

In truth, they had thrown away their armor and fled in panic.

Every single one of them had even lost their weapons.

Those who could come out alive were simply survivors of a great disaster.

They were incredibly lucky!

As these people managed to escape, every one of them looked as if they had survived a catastrophe.

They were all rejoicing that they were still alive.

These fellows who had escaped were all dejected and crestfallen, each watching the names on the sky screen continuously turning black, each feeling an unspeakable mix of relief and regret.

There were only two reasons for a name to turn black.

One was death.

The other was leaving the inner depths of the Secret Realm.

And once they left, they could not return.

The rules of the Secret Realm's depths, the power of this Law, had only one criterion—you only get one chance.

For the trial-takers, life was given only once, and similarly, entry into the Secret Realm's depths was permitted only once.

Those who had already come out, aside from saving their lives,

Could not go back in!

Their journey in the Secret Realm ended here.

As for the trial-takers still adventuring inside, they weren't all being hunted down without any ability to fight back; many had actually begun to earn points.

For those who remained inside, even if they wanted to come out now, they likely had no chance.

So they might as well fight for survival.

Launch a grand counter-offensive.

Take this opportunity to start farming points.

The best way to gain points at a time like this was to start rapidly farming monsters.

Those who still remained inside were now the victors of this batch of 'testing.'

Among them, naturally, was—Ning Xiwei!

She was still in there, she hadn't lost yet, which meant she hadn't come out.

"Based on the time, a day and night should have passed inside. I wonder if the Thirteenth Prince is alright? It's starting to get a bit worrying."

The mysterious woman in the black mist spoke with a hint of a smile.

As for Third Prince Chu Jian, he was full of confidence, saying with a smug look: 'I've already arranged everything, don't worry. Not to mention my Thirteenth Brother, even the Disciple sent by your Demon Manor is not weak. Hasn't this Disciple of yours already reached the top one hundred? It seems he has some skill, not thinking of running away at this time; that in itself is a manifestation of ability.'

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. After all, this Junior Brother of mine has only just entered the Fifth Rank. He's not like the Thirteenth Prince, who not only possesses a Divine Artifact but is also a Middle Stage Fifth Rank expert."

The woman in the black mist spoke modestly.

Her words were somewhat flattering toward Thirteenth Prince Chu Ye.

But to Chu Jian's ears, they carried a different flavor.

Because his Thirteenth Brother, who possessed a Divine Artifact, was currently only ranked in the nineties.

It seemed things inside had truly become dangerous.

He couldn't help but worry for his brother.

"With so many Devouring Water Wolves, anyone who can still stay inside is not weak. If we were in there, we would likely be facing certain death!"

Chu Jian shook his head and sighed.

Then Chu Jian looked up and found the Senior Brother of the white-clothed Female Demon Swordsman.

A fellow named Jian Jiu.

He was actually ranked in the eighties.

How was that possible?

This Jian Jiu was just a Fourth Rank Magic Swordsman.

A Magic Swordsman below the Fifth Rank...

That was someone whose martial arts were no good and whose magic was no good either.

Never mind surviving under the attack of so many Devouring Water Wolves,

Even if he were alive, he should have run out.

How could he still be inside farming points at this moment?

Chu Jian found it incomprehensible for a moment.

He turned his head, looked at the white-clothed Female Demon Swordsman, and asked: "Do the people from your Sword Pavilion have the ability to enchant magic onto their swords at the Fourth Rank? Why is his kill count still keeping up, and he's even alone without any helpers... this is impossible, right?"

The white-clothed Female Demon Swordsman nodded and said, "It's likely that this Junior Brother of mine brought many magical items early on, so he's not just surviving, but has even set up some magical traps. That's why he's not only alive but has also made some kills. However, his talent is that he could enchant magic onto his sword at the Third Rank, so that is also one of his skills."

Hearing this, a flash of shock passed through Chu Jian's eyes.

A Magic Swordsman who could enchant at the Third Rank?

Then he was no ordinary person!