Leng Feng stood up and turned his back.
He stood by the window, sensing the life force within the Dungeon.
The city was full of people. As the master of the Dungeon, he could feel the strength of every single person.
The instant that black spike pierced his foot, it became like an invisible probe, surveying everyone's condition.
He closed his eyes, quietly feeling the thick energy in the air.
The energy particles in the air were faint, but certainly very different from before.
Long ago, he had sensed this sort of thing when entering other Dungeons.
Perhaps it was due to the separation between the Human Realm and the Evil Spirit Realm.
The Upper Realm's natural protection—the Evil Spirit Realm would automatically repel the parasites trying to sneak into this little world and steal its energy.
If a human entered the Evil Spirit Realm and couldn't escape the Dungeon within three days, the Dungeon would absorb them, transforming them into its own energy.
