The moment Shi Feng logged back in, he was still in the White Mist Canyon region.
The sky of the Divine Realm was still a hazy grey. Over an hour of Divine Realm time remained before dawn, and a cold wind blew through the woods, rustling the leaves.
"So quiet."
Shi Feng looked around and didn't see a single monster or player. This was highly unusual for the White Mist Canyon.
However, he didn't linger and sprinted towards the canyon's exit.
Shi Feng's weakened state had now fully dissipated; he was back at his peak. He moved so fast along the path that his figure was nearly impossible to track, appearing as only a black shadow darting through the trees, like an elegant and nimble leopard.
Just as he was about to leave the White Mist Canyon, a pack of Red-Eyed War Monkeys burst from the woods—a hundred strong, at least.
The monsters in the White Mist Canyon were already in a frenzied state, making them dangerous.
At night, a player's vision was reduced, but monsters were unaffected, making combat even more perilous.
A hundred elite monsters would be enough to make even an elite team retreat in defeat. Only a large-scale group of several hundred could hope to withstand them. But Shi Feng acted as if he didn't see them, charging straight towards the Red-Eyed War Monkeys.
The monkeys rushed to meet him, like a herd of stampeding bulls, colliding head-on.
As three or four monkeys brought their weapons down towards him, the blades never even touched Shi Feng. They merely grazed past his body, as if the monkeys' attacks weren't aimed at him at all, allowing him to pass through unscathed.
One failed strike, and the monkeys whirled around to attack again.
This time, six or seven monkeys surrounded him, but the situation remained the same. Their weapons still couldn't get close. Shi Feng flowed like water, impossible to stop.
In no time, he passed through the horde of monkeys. The ones he left behind were all seething with fury, yet powerless, watching with resentment as he walked out of the White Mist Canyon.
Once out, Shi Feng unfurled his Town Return Scroll.
The moment he arrived back in White River City, he noticed there were significantly more players than usual. They were all on the main streets, forming parties and recruiting.
"Gold farming group, 17/20, looking for DPS. Must be level 20 or above!"
"Icefall Waterfall open group forming, 12/20, looking for all kinds of powerhouses. Requirement: level 21+, gear at least Bronze Rank!"
"Dusk Lighthouse open group forming, led by experts. No beginners. Gear must be Bronze Rank or higher. Drops will be bid on within the group."
The streets were filled with players shouting about forming groups for level 20 team dungeons, which surprised Shi Feng.
Whether Icefall Waterfall or Dusk Lighthouse, these two twenty-person team dungeons were no cakewalk. They were considered above-average difficulty among level 20 team dungeons. Even regular guild groups in White River City might not clear them, yet so many public groups were going in. It was truly incredible to Shi Feng.