The moon overhead was gradually sinking, while on the other side, the red sun was slowly rising, its orange-red glow steadily dispelling the darkness at the horizon.
Countless survivors, barely hanging on in the shadows, watched the rising sun. There were still two more days and nights like this.
If they couldn't find the exit in two days, their lives would be trapped here forever.
The moment the dungeon closed, the livestream would pause. No one knew what happened after that, but no one had ever seen anyone survive to the next opening of the same dungeon after it closed.
Daytime was no safer than night—in fact, according to the rules painstakingly summarized by countless people...
The evil spirits that prowled in the day were even stronger.
At night, only the weaker spirits would emerge, scavenging the prey left behind by the stronger hunters of the day.
The spirits out at night used much more brutal methods to grow stronger and absorb more fear.
