In the Pure White God's imagination, Tian Yuan City's territory was more or less like the various frontline war zones of the Tai Xuan Alliance.
Red clouds destroyed cities, and waves surged without end.
The roaring artillery fire, the soldiers' shouts, and the monsters' howls formed a symphony that echoed through heaven and earth, lingering without end.
Batches of soldiers rushed to the front lines, replacing one exhausted or gravely wounded warrior after another.
The entire war zone was like a tightly wound spring, operating at its absolute limit under the pressure of the monster calamity.
That was how the war zones of the Tai Xuan Alliance bordering the Red Mist Land were.
The human war zones of some other countries that could no longer withstand the calamity were even more like taut strings unable to bear the pressure, snapping apart on the spot.
Tian Yuan City's geographical location was extremely dangerous. To defend it as tightly and securely as the major war zones of Tai Xuan had already been exceedingly difficult.
But what about the real Tian Yuan City...
There seemed to be hardly any monsters within a thousand miles of it.
Occasionally, a few monsters that had evaded the army's sweeps, or monsters that had just emerged from the Red Mist, were usually casually harvested by passing adventurer teams or Tian Yuan City's own elite battle teams.
The Pure White God saw that many adventurers seemed to find even these monsters too few in number and too low in rank. As a result, they yielded little Soul Sand, and the valuable materials that could be gathered from their bodies were also pitifully scarce.
"Is this right? Is this really right?"
Farther away, in the depths of the wilderness where the Red Mist surged, one huge Monster Tide after