"Won?"
"Lost!"
The two sides of the barrier were completely different.
The red side.
Dressed plainly, Fan Fuzheng was ecstatic. He ran and jumped around like a madman.
Every so often, he even punched the air, releasing the excitement he could no longer suppress.
The blue side.
Dressed lavishly, Lermontov sat stiffly on a bench, his face filled with indescribable bitterness.
Looking at the tall structure standing in the center, he felt as insignificant as someone who had climbed out of a well only to suddenly see the sky.
"Actually, even if you had accepted my contract, your planks wouldn't have been enough to complete this structure within half an hour."
Su Mo walked over, explaining as he went. At the same time, he had quite a few questions that urgently needed answers.
Lermontov, however, was quite carefree. He did not complain at those words, but instead stood up and gently shook his head.
"It's fine. Even if my planks could have completed it, I probably wouldn't have believed you could succeed at that time."
Like an artist, Lermontov's face showed none of the fervent emotions common to ordinary people.
At that moment, his face held only reverence and admiration.
"Besides, I won't leave my territory. The Northern Territory Great Alliance still needs me."
"The Northern Territory Great Alliance?"
As expected, Lermontov had an extraordinary background.
The Dragon Flag, Snow Country, Golden Giant Eagle, and Conquest Temple were four of the four great territories publicly recognized by humanity during the eighth year of the Wasteland. They occupied the southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest regions of the New Continent.
Together with the Adventurers' Alliance created by Su Deben, they formed the five great powers.
The Northern Territory Great Alliance was precisely the predecessor of Snow Country.
Because of the great earthquake