Gray Crow was trying to pass the level, and Jiang Che had no intention of holding back. This was what Gray Crow said himself, and he didn't want to let him pass and leave.

Gray Crow's movement route was very random, and soon he was contaminated by the first spirit.

The pain he felt was very light, and he paused noticeably. He did not seem to have expected that the damage in Jiang Che's 100% fatal copy as mentioned on the Internet would be so light.

While running, Gray Crow's black dress became a little messy.

He looked as if he didn't care no matter what he did, but when his clothes got messy, he became very anxious and smoothed them out in a panic.

After seeing that his clothes were smooth, he quickly took out another notebook from his pocket. Jiang Che only took a glance and could tell that the notebook had a strange energy and was a copy item.

He hadn't seen useful copy props for a long time, and this was the first time he saw copy props after he created his own territory.

Jiang Che was able to monitor everything in the copy. He saw Gray Crow running away frantically while holding a notebook and a pen to quickly record the rules he encountered after passing the level.

"The first injury is very light, like a mosquito bite. The second injury will double, and if nothing unexpected happens, each injury after that will double until it becomes irresistible."

While he seemed to be fleeing in a panic and without any plan, he actually did two things very seriously.

First: Even in this extremely urgent moment, he would take the time to smooth out his black dress, trying to maintain that strange elegance, as if this dress was his last line of dignity.

Second: Concentrate on recording Jiang Che's copy rules.

The Gray Crow rushed left and right in the passage, with various dangers chasing him from behind.

His breathing was particularly clear in the silent copy, but the pen in his hand never stopped for a moment.

"The third injury is like being splashed with hot oil."

"The fourth one was like being whipped by a whip."

With every record, his eyes became more determined.

Although the black dress had already had quite a few tears, he still persisted in smoothing out every wrinkle.

Jiang Che looked at the dungeon map in silence. If he guessed correctly, this should be the order of Black Crow.

However, it is already extremely difficult to cultivate talents like Gray Crow, so he just let such a person die in his own copy?

After the person who passes the level dies, his life energy will be devoured by the copy.

The Gray Crow is very powerful, at least stronger than Leng Feng. If it dies in its own territory, it would be like a big gift package.

Jiang Che didn't think that this was Black Crow sending him energy.

As Gray Crow went deeper, he suffered more damage, but he still held the notebook and took careful notes.

"The fifth one was like being hit by a heavy hammer."

"The sixth one was like being cut by a sharp blade."

His handwriting began to become illegible, but it was still clear what he was describing.

At this time, Gray Crow's face was covered with sweat and his hair was messy.

But whenever he had the chance, he would reach out and smooth his dress, as if it was his last psychological comfort.

Gray Crow continued to move forward in the copy with difficulty. His steps began to become heavy. His body was already stained with blood. The originally straight black dress was now stained with blood.

"The seventh one was almost crushed by a huge rock."

"The eighth one, I feel like my soul is being torn apart."

But even so, he never stopped recording. The hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but he still wrote line by line firmly on the notebook.

There was a crazy persistence in his eyes, as if the pain in the outside world could not affect his completion of this task. Blood dripped down the corners of his clothes, leaving a string of shocking bloodstains on the ground.

But the Gray Crow seemed unaware of this. It just gritted its teeth and continued to record while dodging the dangers that kept coming.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and every gasp was accompanied by a painful groan.

"The ninth one, it's like being pierced by thousands of arrows."

"The tenth one, it feels like my whole body is about to be crushed."

Gray Crow's face was as pale as paper, but his eyes remained firm.

At this time, Gray Crow had stopped writing and wrote "Finish" at the end of the notebook. He seemed to know that he could not withstand the next attack.

During the process of passing the level, one cannot contact the outside world, even if he is a Black Crow believer.

I saw a faint spark appearing on his trembling fingertips. The spark seemed particularly small yet eye-catching in this dim copy.

Then, the notebook in which he had worked so hard to record things quickly caught fire in the fire and turned into a blazing flame.

In the blink of an eye, the notebook burned to ashes.

He didn't come here to clear the level, it seemed that he came here just to record the strength of Jiang Che's copy.

After the book burned, it immediately turned into smoke and disappeared.

At this time, the progress of the Gray Crow dungeon was only one-fifth.

His progress was truly horrible, even worse than that of the ordinary survivors who had come to the dungeon before.

You know, no matter how weak those ordinary survivors are, they would not be so miserable.

But he was able to achieve this progress entirely due to his almost paranoid will.

As for Long Yun, who was guarding the exit, he was ready for battle the moment Gray Crow came in. As a member of Jiang Che's copy team, he could clearly feel the powerful aura of the invader, and the oppressive feeling made his breathing heavy.

He didn't know who the invader was, he only knew that the person had a strong aura. He had only felt such a strong aura from Leng Feng.

At that moment, he even suspected that Leng Feng and Jiang Che had a falling out, and then attacked Jiang Che's copy.

But soon, he found out that it was not.

Because although this aura is powerful, it is slightly different from Leng Feng.

This person gave him the feeling that he was even stronger than Leng Feng.

The Gray Crow stood there, its body swaying, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

He looked at the white spirit that was following closely behind him. Its ferocious appearance seemed as if it wanted to eat him alive.

However, there was a flash of fanaticism in his eyes, a kind of passion that was almost insane.

He shouted: "Long live Lord Black Crow!" His voice was shrill and resolute, echoing in this gloomy copy, carrying his last madness and loyalty.

Then, as if he had lost his mind, he rushed towards the white spirit without hesitation.

There was no cry of pain. In his last attack, he didn't even make a sound. A pool of minced meat scattered on the ground and was quickly absorbed by the ground. The copy returned to silence.

Long Yun, who was far away, was stunned. He knew that the person coming was very far away from him, and that person had only completed one-fifth of the copy progress.

How could such a strong man die so soon?

Someone stronger than Leng Feng died so easily? (End of this chapter)