“A Charcoal Slime With Firecrackers”

Everyone had never expected that they would enter a maze, a maze made of flesh on top of that. 

Not to mention, there were strange green thorn ball beasts that came out of all four directions. 

If they didn't leave the maze soon, they would either die under the thorn ball beast's attack or be squeezed alive by the fleshy wall, ceiling and ground. 

No matter how you looked at it, the future felt bleak. 

This group of hunters were not the type to use their brain to solve a dungeon. 

When did they ever have to solve such a confusing thing if they could solve it with their brute force? 

The hunters all looked at each other awkwardly, trying to see which one among them could help. 

But even the three senior beast tamers also gave up. 

"We have used two beasts to pick a path for us, and both paths still lead to another twelve corridors." 

They couldn't rely on the beasts at all.