Inside the instance dungeon.
The group gazed at the final boss in the distance, hesitant to approach. No one wanted to be the first to stick their neck out, even with the three magic stones radiating their enticing glow right before their eyes. The pressure emanating from the Ancient Fierce Beast, the Desert God of Death, was simply too overwhelming. They feared that as newcomers, they would be obliterated by the mere shockwaves of its presence before they could even get close.
Qin Chen watched the boss, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face as he debated whether to test the waters. Although it was a level 80 boss, the "(Severely Injured)" tag in its status bar was particularly eye-catching. Even for an Ancient Fierce Beast, a level 80 monster in such a state likely had little strength left. But then again, it was still an Ancient Fierce Beast; even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and a broken ship still has three thousand iron nails. It was highly probable that even in its severely injured state, the creature could easily wipe out a group of level 10 novices like them. Would it be too reckless to just charge in like that?
Chapter 105