Jiang Che watched as the headless woman in the black leather jacket kept charging forward. The wounds on her body grew more numerous, and the tears in the leather widened.
Long gashes split across her, but her body was incorporeal—only the clothing gave her a physical shape, and not a drop of blood spilled from the wounds.
This challenger's strength was unquestionable—even Xiong Jie had been instantly knocked out, yet she'd managed to cover two-thirds of the route already. That said enough about her power.
At first, Jiang Che himself didn't even know what the final form of the dungeon would be.
The rule formation wasn't in his control. From its inception, the dungeon's rules evolved according to his subconscious intent.
But after the dungeon finished forming, Jiang Che understood the rules here better than anyone.
He could tell the woman's path was being optimized as she progressed.
