Mu Yuan browsed a few more livestreams.
He saw whale players build thirty or forty arrow towers. These towering structures stood like spears thrust into their territories, making them look like hedgehogs while possessing an extremely powerful deterrent effect.
He also saw top-tier newcomers build Rare-grade defense buildings—a spell-based high tower called a Flame Tower, its blazing radiance surging beneath the night sky.
"Talented people really are everywhere. And there are still plenty of Lord Second Generations with the strongest competitive edge who haven't started livestreaming yet. Like me, they're keeping a low profile."
Time trickled by. The night seemed exceptionally slow and long.
At this moment, the Lord Trial could begin at any time. The newcomers practically held their breaths, forcing down their restlessness as they continued sitting before their computers, waiting for the moment of judgment.
Suddenly,
the night of the Eternal World fell silent. All things sank into stillness. The roars of wild beasts and monsters abruptly ceased, and the entire world seemed to sink into a deep lake.
Dark clouds covered the moon, and the night grew dimmer with them.
Only the bonfires within the players' territories continued burning, as if those flickering flames stubbornly intended to resist the darkness of the entire world.
Beneath the dark clouds, outside the territories, the Red Mist gradually grew denser. It was viscous, like fluff drifting through the air, and resembled countless parasitic worms wandering between heaven and earth, spreading ominousness and terror.
It surged into view from the horizon. Even beneath the dark night sky, it remained clearly visible as it slowly rolled forward, gradually covering the mountains, forests, rivers, and every inch of land until it reached the vicinity of the territories, where it slowly came to a halt.
Yet it still seemed as though it wanted