The entrance to the Dragon Cliff Dungeon is more of a "wound" on the earth than a "door".
It is located at the end of a barren land, eroded by corrosive acid rain year-round, a pit over 300 ters in diater with jagged edges, and is perpetually shrouded in a thin, never-dissipating gray mist.
At this mont, a team of over ten mbers from the Demon Race is gathered at the edge of the pit.
They wear worn but practical armor, and their weapons are of all kinds, ranging from heavy battle axes to poisoned crossbows, with each person’s eyes filled with a mix of vigilance, greed, and tension.
They are a typical adventurer team from the Empire, attracted by the unique Dragon Beast materials in the Dragon Cliff Dungeon.
The Empire’s authorities are prohibited from entering the Dragon Cliff Dungeon, and unofficial organizations or individuals reaching a certain size or power are also restricted from entering.
However, for ordinary adventurers, there are no such restrictions.
In other words, this is a dungeon without experts competing for resources.
As Lin Jun would say, "It’s like a secret realm in the world of cultivation."
Although ordinary adventurers cannot make their way up the Dragon Cliff in the dungeon, the resources from the Dragon Beasts on the lower wilderness are enough to feed these adventurers.
Of course, if unfortunate accidents lead to death, these adventurers can also feed the Dragon Beasts.
"Check your gear! Is the rope secured?" said a Horned Demon with a scarred face, his voice rough.
His na is Gor, the leader of this small team.
A Demon Race mber tugged fiercely on three barbed tal stakes driven into the hard rocky ground and on the ropes as thick as an adult’s arm, replying, "Captain, it’s secured!"
The other end of the rope was thrown into the bottomless pit.
"Rember the procedure?" Gor scanned all the team mbers, especially the newcors.
After receiving affirmations, Gor directed the mbers to descend one by one.
Near the pit entrance, magic power is disrupted, hence even mages can only climb down using the rope.
After descending about four hundred ters, they began to feel a strange sensation. Their bodies beca lighter.
What originally required a hard push against the rock wall now only needed a gentle touch to drop down significantly.
After descending another hundred ters or so, the feeling beca more pronounced, almost reaching a state of weightlessness.
Here, they could see ropes "hanging" from the bottom of the cave entrance — gravity had changed direction here.
"Watch out! We’re at the transition zone!" Gor’s voice ca.
The team mbers grabbed the ropes hanging on the opposite side, tied themselves, and untied the ropes on this side.
Thus, descending turned into climbing, and by the ti everyone had finally climbed into the Dragon Cliff Dungeon, half a day had passed.
Gor looked at the intact team and nodded in satisfaction.
This ti, no newcors panicked and failed to grasp the rope, getting stuck in the zero-gravity area, forcing the team to spend a lot of effort pulling them back. The newcors were tense, but at least they didn’t make mistakes.
It wasn’t that Gor cared much about these people’s lives, but this ti, hunting Dragon Beasts in a familiar area, he had gathered registered official adventurers, whose deaths would deduct compensation from him.
As for unregistered adventurers who wouldn’t require compensation, Gor only hired them to scout dangerous areas, risking being tracked and penalized.
Looking around, this was still the familiar Dragon Cliff Dungeon.
Although the entrance is a vertical hole downward, once inside, the scenery bears no resemblance to an underground cavern.
A blue sky, an endless wilderness, and the towering Dragon Cliff in the distance.
Who knows why one can see a blue sky in an underground space with reversed gravity, but such questions are evidently not Gor’s concern as the team leader.
After counting heads, he led the team away from the Dragon Cliff.
This ti, the target was the tails and gallbladders of the Thorny Back Earth Beasts inhabiting not far from the entrance, along with the wing mbrane of the Shadow Winged Dragons.
However, shortly after setting off.
"Captain, look over there, in the sky!"
Everyone turned to follow the direction he pointed.
In the direction of the Dragon Cliff, a tiny black dot was moving towards them, even in the blue sky, high and far away.
It was too far away to clearly see what it was.
A Lizardman holding a war bow swallowed, though his voice was sowhat dry, "Hey... that, that thing... couldn’t be a... dragon, right?"
"It’s probably just a flying Dragon Beast..." another uncertainly refuted.
In the Dragon Cliff Dungeon, true dragons naturally exist, residing on the top layer of the Dragon Cliff.
Moreover, unlike so dungeons, they aren’t confined to specific areas.
In fact, except for not leaving, the entire dungeon is freely traversable by the dragons, and the lower-level Dragon Beasts are nothing but their food.
Because the entrants’ power was restricted, adventurers attacked by a dragon usually faced life-and-death situations.
Yet many, like Gor, dare to enter to hunt materials only because the incidents of being attacked by a dragon are too low.
The surface area of the lower wilderness inside the Dragon Cliff Dungeon is vast, and dragons aren’t diligent beings. Even when hunting, they usually only catch so Dragon Beasts in the middle layer of the Dragon Cliff, or nearby wilderness.
So as long as the adventurers don’t stupidly approach the Dragon Cliff, they rarely encounter dragons, at most seeing them from afar.
But this ti, clearly, Gor and the others hit the jackpot.
Before the black dot even ca close, Gor felt his arms trembling uncontrollably.
He was Diamond Level, and still, so weaker team mbers were trembling in their legs, unable to stand.
Experienced Gor realized imdiately, this was the Dragon Mighty!
And that black dot was undoubtedly a dragon!
Fear spread through the group, and Gor shouted, "Quiet! Lay flat on the ground and don’t move, definitely don’t use any magic!"
With substantial experience, Gor knew most demons weren’t the main targets for dragon hunts.
After all, compared to an adult dragon’s size, even a giant could barely fill its stomach with several, let alone the small fry like Gor’s team.
There were even instances of other adventurer teams not getting attacked by dragons flying overhead.
They just had to lay still until the dragon left.
Gor’s instructions were already rather seasoned, and the team obediently followed without significant errors.
Yet, in this world, sotis even without mistakes, bad luck leads only to dire outcos.
A fiery dragon flew overhead, relentlessly unleashing a scorching breath upon them.
The obedient Gor and his mates emitted a few startled screams before being reduced to ashes.
After burning these creatures, the fire dragon dove into the large hole they had arrived through.
For the first ti in hundreds of years, a dragon flew out of the Dragon Cliff Dungeon.
The roar and majesty of the dragon swept through the lands, striking terror into the hearts of demons in nearby towns.
anwhile, Mortis was still on his way to the Dragon Cliff Dungeon.
The fire dragon paused mid-air, appeared to focus for a mont, then flew south.
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