Tang Ling trusted his instincts because it had been proven time and time again. It felt like an additional function of his Precise Instinct.
Since his instincts told him to stay away from the third floor, he did not want to take the risk.
However, if he did not want to take the risk, his plan would be ruined.
According to Tang Ling's plan, he wanted to burn the building down.
Of course, he could not hope to burn all the enemies to death even though there was only one entrance to the strange building.
However, if he locked all the windows below the fourth floor, the enemies would have a much lower chance of survival.
Just think about it. If the Fallen Knights jumped down from the fourth floor in full armor, they would either die or be crippled.
After all, the Fallen Knights were only a little stronger than a common man after all.
The black-robed man was not sure, but he was probably a lot weaker than the white-robed apologist. Jumping down from the fourth floor in a panic would probably affect his combat ability.
Then, he and Fatty would stay on the first floor and reap the lives of the enemies, allowing him to recover his strength to the maximum.
Tang Ling was a madman. Not only did he not want to run away, but he also wanted to kill all the enemies in one go.
The benefits of doing so were self-explanatory. As long as his strength was recovered, his chances of surviving for 24 hours would increase.
This was what the Dream Domain meant by putting the difficulty first. No matter how shameless the Dream Domain was, they could not possibly adjust the difficulty just because he had recovered his strength, could they?
After all, the difficulty of the 24-hour Terror Realm should be based on his strength when the countdown started.
"Then, will these iron lumps feel good after jumping down from the third floor?" Tang Ling was a little troubled.
However, he did not stop. He used the excuse of closing the windows to search every room.
Fatty emphasized the importance of his backpack, saying that he would try his best to locate it. Tang Ling was willing to do his best.
As for the problems on the third and fourth floor, it was pointless to worry about it.
After weighing the pros and cons, Tang Ling would rather let some of the enemies escape than go against his instincts and risk his life on the third floor.
With the help of a dozen Fallen Knights, the process of closing the windows was quick.
Throughout the process, Tang Ling did not mind reaping their lives one by one after they closed their windows and scattered.
It was not that he was afraid of a dozen Fallen Knights. With his strength recovered, killing them was like cutting vegetables. However, if he split them up, he would not get into any trouble.
Soon, all the windows on the second floor were locked.
Soon enough, the Fallen Knights' lives were reaped by Tang Ling.
Fortunately, Tang Ling found a room similar to a small vault. There were all kinds of items piled up inside. It seemed like they were looted from the so-called criminals, but they were not in a hurry to deal with them.
According to Fatty's description of what his backpack looked like after he entered the Dream Domain, Tang Ling soon discovered Fatty's backpack.
It was a big animal pelt backpack, but the moment Tang Ling touched it, its true form was revealed. It was a typical high-explosive tactical backpack of the Purple Moon era.
It seemed like it was a lot more advanced than Tang Ling's backpack.
The discovery surprised Tang Ling. Could it be that the disguise of the Dream Seed would reveal its true form when it was touched by another Dream Seed?
If that was the case, other than him and Fatty, were there any other Dream Seeds who came to this main street mission? If he had been here before, would there be something left behind by another Dream Seed among all the messy things here? Should he try touching them one by one?
A ridiculous thought flashed across Tang Ling's mind, but it was not entirely groundless.
It was a coincidence. Why did he and Fatty end up in this cell? Ever since he entered the dream, Tang Ling had never had the chance to talk to Fatty. He had been immersed in the crazy excitement. Maybe he could ask Fatty how he was captured later?
With the thought in mind, Tang Ling lifted Fatty's backpack. Of course, he would not test it out just because of a ridiculous thought since time was of the essence.
"How many things did Fatty bring?" Tang Ling felt his back sink when he put Fatty's backpack on his back.
Despite grumbling, Tang Ling still strode out of the room.
It was not for any other reason but a sudden sense of urgency rose in his heart, making him a little anxious as well.
As though he was trying to prove that his Precise Instinct never failed him, after he took a few steps out of the room, a few heavy bangs came from the third floor and the whole building shook.
The bangs came from the end of the left corridor. Wasn't that the room where the stairs that led to the mysterious dungeon were?
Tang Ling hastened his steps and almost dashed down from the second floor. He did not forget to grab a burning torch from the wall.
The first floor was still as quiet as ever.
Even though the whole building shook, the black-robed man did not lead the Fallen Knights up to the third floor to see what was going on.
However, it made sense on second thought. The white-robed clergy and the Fallen Knights were killed by Tang Ling, so the black-robed man could only lead the Fallen Knights to guard the entrance since he could not let the so-called demon go.
As for what the demon was? Of course, Tang Ling was curious. He wanted to prove his theory was correct, but he did not care.
The Fallen Star Church would surely send reinforcements. If they caused trouble, they would deal with it. What did it have to do with Tang Ling? If the demon appeared, he and Fatty would have run away.
With that in mind, Tang Ling dashed into the storeroom.
He gathered the lamp oil and animal fat together and tossed the torch on it without a second thought.
The fire blazed up to the sky.
Tang Ling was satisfied with the result. Without a second thought, he jumped out from the open window of the storeroom.
It was the escape route that he had prepared for himself.
If the fire started, the escape route would be destroyed.
**
After reaching the courtyard, Tang Ling noticed that Fatty was still standing 30 meters away from the entrance, scolding the guards at the entrance tirelessly.
The storeroom was on fire, but it had only been a short time. Other than Tang Ling, no one else noticed the unusual situation in the building.
However, there was no need to rush. The fire came quickly, and with the help of a lot of combustibles, it would take around 10 minutes for the fire to start.
"Fatty, get to work." Tang Ling was looking forward to the harvest, but there was one last problem that he had to solve.
Fatty was surprised when he heard Tang Ling's voice, but when he heard that Tang Ling had to get to work, he was a little fearful.
Is Tang Ling a homicidal maniac? A battle maniac? He had just fought with the white-robed apologist. Although he won and did not suffer any fatal injuries, the small wounds on his body had yet to recover. Couldn't he rest a little and wait for the fire to start?
Despite the thought, since Fatty had taken the first step to change, he did not want to be that cowardly fatty anymore.
Therefore, he stopped scolding and dashed towards the guards at the entrance as if his life depended on it.
"He's that fierce?" Tang Ling had already removed the hindering armor. He could not help but exclaim when he saw Fatty roar and dash towards the guards at the entrance.
However, two seconds later, Fatty ran back in tears. The moment he dashed over, the black-robed figure attacked him first.
Fatty was no match for the black-robed figure, so he had to run.
Tang Ling was speechless, but all he could do was dash over. According to the plan, the black-robed figure would be Tang Ling's opponent while the Fallen Knights would be Fatty's opponent.
Once again, the battle began.
With the vicious beast meat and slaughter, Tang Ling had recovered almost a third of his strength, so it was a lot easier for him to face the black-robed figure again.
As soon as the battle started, Tang Ling realized that the black-robed figure was still a lot weaker than the white-robed apologist.
The black-robed figure's basic strength and speed were only at Tang Ling's level when he first entered the Dream Domain.
The black-robed figure's main advantage was his right hand that was wearing a black glove.
His right hand seemed to have evolved into an appendage of the Demon Seed. It was tougher than a normal person's arm and could extend and contract freely.
On top of that, Tang Ling sharply noticed that the black glove seemed unusual as it had an extremely powerful defense.
Since the black-robed figure was fighting with the Blood Bulrush Sword, Tang Ling could easily leave cuts on other parts of his body except for the glove.
When he thought about the first time he chopped off the black-robed figure's arm, an idea popped up in Tang Ling's mind. Could he get his hands on a pair of gloves and bring them out of the Dream Domain?
However, he could forget about the black-robed figure in front of him. His glove was heavily damaged by Tang Ling during the battle and it seemed like it was going to be useless soon.
Two minutes later, the black-robed figure fell under Tang Ling's feet. He was as dead as a doornail.
The black-robed figure's basic strength was almost the same as Tang Ling's, so how could he possibly be a match for Tang Ling who had mastered the entry stage of microsensing, spirit visualization, and Precise Instinct?
Moreover, Tang Ling had the Blood Bulrush Sword in his hand.
After Tang Ling killed the black-robed figure, he realized that Fatty had also killed seven to eight Fallen Knights.
No matter how weak Fatty was, his only achievement in the Dream Domain was escaping, but he was still a Dream Seed that could survive in the Dream Domain.
His strength had recovered a little, so it was not a problem for him to deal with the Fallen Knights who were only slightly stronger than normal people.
Thick smoke was billowing from the first floor of the building. The fire that started in the storeroom had spread to at least four other rooms, and it would soon turn into a huge fire.
Tang Ling did not want to waste any more time. The harvest time was almost here, so he had to seize the moment and close the door of the building.
Therefore, Tang Ling joined the battle between Fatty and the Fallen Knights. He killed the remaining Fallen Knights like he was chopping vegetables.
"I can still kill a few more." Fatty seemed to have tasted the joy of attacking.
Tang Ling said in a relaxed tone, "Close the door and wait for the harvest."
The information in Tang Ling's mind had changed.
Fallen Knight Kills: 79/100
Demon Seed: 1/50
Black-robed Clergy: 1/20
White-robed apologist: 1/7
Tang Ling was looking forward to some changes, and the harvest time would tell him the answer.
On top of that, when he looked at the dead body of the white-robed apologist further away, an urge surged in his heart. If he could get the black-robed clergy's glove and could use it, plus there would be information about it, he should pay more attention to the harvest in the Dream Domain.
He could not just rely on Kun, could he?
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