Standing on the balcony of a high-rise in Darkwood City, Feng Qi looked down at the city's nightscape.
The city was shrouded in hazy orange-yellow lights.
The night wind howled, stirring his hair.
The deeper Feng Qi's understanding of Darkwood City grew, the more he felt that Darkwood's thoughts were understandable.
Compared to the Elf King, Darkwood was highly ambitious.
Perhaps the Elf King looming above it had placed immense pressure on Darkwood, making it crave strength and greater resources.
The result was Darkwood City's rapid development.
Although the city's construction and supporting facilities were far inferior to Elf City's, those gathered here were generally warriors.
The Elf King had an exceptionally steady temperament, something evident from its early development.
If it had not encountered humanity, the Elf Race would most likely have vanished.
Humanity had preserved the spark of civilization after meeting the Elf King, and the same was true for the Elf King.
The two complemented each other.
Yet it was humanity that had indirectly pushed the Elf Race to where it stood today.
But the Elf King did not possess that urgency to expand and grow. It had always been pushed forward by humanity.
Darkwood's situation was completely different.
It was very intelligent and knew that future competition would only become more brutal.
The present was undoubtedly the best opportunity for development. If it did not gather as many resources as possible and grow stronger now, it would inevitably be restricted at every turn in the future.
When Feng Qi had heard Wen Xiuqi describe Darkwood's ideas, he had agreed inwardly.
From the perspective of the future, Darkwood's thinking was undoubtedly correct.
Compared to the future world, the present was like a beginner's village. Competition would only grow fiercer, and by the future fifteen hundred years later,