1 Hour Ago.
While Legolas and the group were enjoying a moment of respite, there was a bloody battle going on the 71st floor of the Immortal Dungeon.
"Arrghh!" screamed a blue-skinned elf in agonizing pain as his lower half of the body was rotting and his legs had turned into fleshly mush.
Slash!
Just then, a middle-aged elf swordsman came from behind and slashed his legs before the rotting poison spread furthermore.
He quickly grabbed the elf who was about to fall on the green swamp of a battlefield they were on and fled towards their right while avoiding massive orbs of different elemental attacks.
This elf was a 5th stage saint and his speed was so fast that it felt like there was a fighter jet flying close to the surface of the swamp, leaving strong tides in his path.
In just 20 seconds, both figures appeared 30 kilometers away.
