As time passed, the mutant fungi's offensive grew increasingly fierce. Eventually, some "new varieties" that had never appeared in the Weifu Wasteland began to emerge.
Those monsters seemed endless, pouring continuously from the gray-green mist, growing stronger with every wave.
However—
The Alliance's players felt no fear. If anything, they became even more excited.
Since being forced to spectate for three days was inevitable anyway, they might as well die gloriously!
With that mindset, the players' morale seemed just as inexhaustible. No matter how many casualties they suffered, they showed not the slightest fear or hesitation.
Leading his brothers, Outlaw kept fighting while relocating positions. With ample ammunition, they stubbornly held the endlessly advancing mutant fungi at bay.
Everyone knew that Heaven's domain was controlled by psychic interference devices. Hidden somewhere within that domain were research facilities, and within those facilities were Torch's apostles.
Whether to conceal themselves or preserve their strength, the people hiding in the shadows could not possibly allow the players to keep draining their resources like this.
As more and more corpses piled up across the wasteland, perhaps unable to bear the ongoing losses—or perhaps wanting to teach the Alliance a lesson—the gray mist gradually revealed some unusual "evolved forms."
With a deafening roar, a machine-gun emplacement on the front line suddenly "flew" into the sky.
"Ah—!"
"Crack—"
Watching the two screaming players crash to the ground, Outlaw's face showed a flicker of surprise.
Then, heavy footsteps pierced the dense fog, and a massive long horn entered his sight.
That thing resembled no creature found on Earth. It looked somewhat like a prehistoric ceratopsian.
Rotting chunks of flesh were stitched together by dark-green mycelium. Layer upon layer of chitin-like shell covered its body, looking as hard as armor. Its horn alone was as long as a