The dungeon has arrived and the world has become a slaughterhouse. Only by clearing the level can you survive.
Lin Yue held a silver needle in his hand, guarded a broken pot, and watched indifferently in the slums of the abandoned city.
Top players narrowly escaped death in the dungeon, and Lin Yue was looking for ingredients in the dungeon.
"The logical core of this BOSS is spicy, suitable for stir-frying."
"The triggering mechanism of this deadly trap is too weak and can only make soup."
One needle fixes the acupuncture point, and everything is deconstructed!
While others were running for their lives, Lin Yue was adding salt.
No matter what kind of wealthy plutocrats or what kind of pseudo-gods in forbidden areas, as long as they dare to show their blood bar, they will be thrown into the pot to refine attribute points!
In this life, I want all the gods and demons to be my meal!
