Disastrous Necromancer

The skeletons led the way, providing cover as they escorted Lin Moyu and Mu Xianxian into the Demonic Dragon Hall. Quick-thinking human parties followed close behind, rushing into the dungeon. In moments, more than half of the humans outside had vanished. Once Lin Moyu was inside, his undead legions also disappeared.

With their numbers drastically reduced, the humans outside quickly found themselves at a disadvantage. Sensing trouble, the few parties withdrew from the combat zone, leaving the Abyssal Demons and Dragonkind locked in a tense standoff.

Although it seemed a fierce battle was inevitable, both sides paused, realizing that the humans had already secured an advantage by entering the dungeon. In a strange, silent agreement, the Demons and Dragonkind ceased their fighting and rushed toward the entrance. One by one, they entered the dungeon, leaving the remaining humans outside bewildered. It was unheard of for these two hostile races to avoid fighting each other.

Moments later, the remaining humans also rushed toward the dungeon. In an instant, the area outside was deserted, save for the vision, tempting anyone brave enough to claim the hidden treasures.

In the distance, Mo Yun, perched on her Holy Spirit Unicorn, watched the events unfold with confusion. The Demonic Dragon Hall was typically a battleground of relentless conflict, with the three races battling fiercely for the right to enter. Yet now, the area outside was eerily calm, as every party had managed to enter the dungeon without bloodshed. Mo Yun found it hard to accept this sudden shift.

Soon, she noticed another group of Abyssal Demons flying through the air, rushing toward the dungeon. Meanwhile, a new human party appeared on the ground. Mo Yun swiftly withdrew, keeping her distance—being alone, she wasn't an obvious target.

The newly arrived Abyssal Demons, finding the area empty, mistakenly believed they were the first to arrive and eagerly charged inside. The human class users followed suit.

In just five minutes, Mo Yun watched as at least ten more parties entered the dungeon. She couldn't help but think that this might be the most crowded the Demonic Dragon Hall had ever been.

Inside the Demonic Dragon Hall dungeon, Lin Moyu and Mu Xianxian were greeted by a bone-chilling cold, the temperature quickly dropping below freezing. Icicles clung to the ceiling, and a layer of pale blue ice blanketed the ground. Though the temperature plummeted to at least -50°C, class users could still endure the harsh conditions.

Mu Xianxian gasped, "Looks like we got lucky—it's the Ice Demonic Dragon."

Lin Moyu glanced at her; with ice covering every surface, her remark felt unnecessary.

The Demonic Dragon Hall dungeon was unique in that its environment shifted with each entry, much like the Divine Selection Secret Realm. Sometimes, class users faced the Fire Demonic Dragon, other times the Ice Demonic Dragon, yet other times Demonic Dragons of other elements.