He turned his head, the smile on his face slowly disappearing, and his eyes gradually shone with a scarlet fanatical light.
'Since the Insect King was dead, Master must be on his way to the fifth floor now. No matter what, Master must not be disturbed.'
"For the glory of Lord Su Han..."
In an instant, the magic patterns engraved on his body began to flicker slightly.
...
He did not know how long he had gone in. After leaving the fourth floor, he did not encounter any more guards along the way, not even demonic puppets.
The tunnel continued to extend deeper underground.
Su Han knew that he was very close to the fifth floor's strategic warehouse.
Since the First Human race had fought against the barbarians in this world for ten thousand years, they definitely had a lot of strategic reserves.
The faint light in the distance became brighter and brighter. Su Han slowly descended from the sky and raised his head.