The three of them found it hard to understand.
Or rather, it went against everything they knew.
In their understanding, these Small Worlds could only serve as buffer zones.
They could only be used to buy time.
They could not provide any defense.
Yet after Wenren Sheng fused them together, they became iron fortresses.
They did not know that only someone like Wenren Sheng, who possessed special powers, could accomplish this.
If it were anyone else, even if they created a Moat World, the other side would still find a weakness and break through it.
In short.
The World Enders and the saviors had finally fallen into a tug-of-war.
One side attacked, while the other defended.
The saviors had finally gained precious time to grow.
The World Enders, meanwhile, had sunk into a quagmire.
At this point.
Whichever side had greater staying power could gain greater strength.
They could obtain more World Origins and thus gain the advantage in this long competition.
This time, the World Enders recognized that a crisis had emerged.
The turning point in the failure of those rapid expanders came when their offensives turned into stalemates.
They began choosing their people more carefully.
Since the Moat World had successively dealt with the Plague World Ender and the assassin, they could not casually send anyone over.
Through careful selection.
They finally sent their opponent a new enemy.
The new World Ender was a Game World Ender.
"Ha ha ha, every world is nothing but a game!"
"Clearing the game means the world is destroyed, the moment the server shuts down!"
"No game stays open forever, and no world can escape destruction!"
After an eighteen-year-old youth descended upon the Moat World, he immediately began shouting at the top of his lungs.
Announcing his arrival to the entire world.