With no water or food, not even a glimpse of an exit, and no means to make fire... a sense of despair pervaded the hearts of all the shark-men warriors.

Looking at the river fish stranded in the maze corridor, Sordo couldn't help but think of himself, feeling angry and frustrated, with a hint of bleak sadness.

He had no idea what the situation was like for the land dragon tribe...

As he skewered a fish from the ground with his harpoon and stuffed it into his mouth to stave off hunger, he didn't notice the faint soul fires flickering in the darkness.

That was the group from Dragon Roaming the World Guild.

Just as Dragon Roaming Wanli had predicted, skeletons are not afraid of water, and the soul fire burning in their skulls is not real fire.

Although they had lost a few brothers in the flood, the vast majority had survived, including his mount—[The Number One Pig in National Service].

"Bro... those guys look tough, do we really have to go after them?" Looking at the monster resembling a shark-man not far away, National Service Brother swallowed nervously and whispered, "I guess they're at least level twenty... maybe even higher."

"Even if it's forty levels, so what? Level doesn't mean everything."

The soul fire in Dragon Roaming Wanli's skull flickered faintly as he stared at the group of shark-men, especially the one who seemed like the boss.

His intuition told him.

The harpoon in that guy's hand was much more formidable than the double axe in his own!

Baili glanced at National Service Brother and said with a smile.

"Don't try to persuade him, our boss has his eyes on their equipment again, he won't rest until he achieves his goal."

"But we still need to be reasonable... We've only got a dozen or so people, some of them crippled, how are we supposed to fight?" National Service laughed bitterly.

"It might seem like that on the surface, but their predicament is obviously much greater than ours right now." A confident light flickered in Dragon Roaming Wanli's skull.

Just like those shark-men, they too were lost.

However, they were luckier than the shark-men, for as undead and subterranean beings, they naturally possessed night vision abilities, and they also had a complete map of the first level of the maze!

This was a huge advantage!

And there was more—

"They're probably magical creatures washed in by the flood, there's no fresh water here, no food... They won't last a few days."

Dragon Roaming Wanli carefully observed the nearby team and continued speaking in a measured tone.

"We don't need to have a full-on fight to the death with them, we just need to follow them... like hyenas on the plains."

Having said that, he turned to look back at his brothers.

"Gentlemen, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! With some luck, the experience of these hundreds of shark-men will be ours! Of course, we could also lose everything... If you trust me, let's take down this group of stranded dead fish. If you prefer to go back, I won't blame you. After all, many brothers have just joined, and what we lack the most is contribution, not experience."

Baili smiled indifferently.

"Whatever you decide is fine, I'm with you."

Qianli also nodded.

"I'll leave the strategic decisions to you."

The other members of the guild felt the same.

This group was exceptionally united; once they set their minds to something, they would pursue it without reservation.

These guild guys really were ruthless!

The Number One Pig in National Service admired them enormously but soon thought of something else and grew nervous again.

"But bro, I'm not undead, I get hungry too."

Dragon Roaming Wanli: "Go grab a bite nearby and catch up later."

The Number One Pig in National Service: "???"

What the hell?!

How can I just grab a bite?!"

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