After a few days, the citizens lost much of their interest in the livestreams.
Phainon's stream in particular offered little to watch.
He spent all day holding up his phone, showing Okhema's citizens one historical artifact after another and droning on about each one.
A warrior's greatsword from five hundred years ago, a priest's staff from seven hundred years ago...
Boring beyond belief.
Over on Yan Huan's stream, he switched weapons according to the value of the gifts he received.
Boom!
Some overeager viewers kept sending sports cars, demanding that Yan Huan set off fireworks.
So roughly once every ten incense sticks, the citizens of Okhma City felt a tremor.
[...]
[I haven't slept properly in days. Guys, can you please stop sending those?]
[Why stop? It feels great to be part of it!]
A rich viewer with Liheng Coins to spare couldn't understand the complaint.
[Every coin I spend here is going toward our defense!]
[How many Liheng Coins is a sports car, anyway? I'll keep sending them as long as Lord Yan Huan stays on the front line! Think of it as funding Dog Shun's ice cream!]
"Oh? I like the way you think."
Carrying his weapons deeper into the Black Tide's forbidden zone, Yan Huan read the comments and grinned.
"Then let's head a little farther in and see if this Black Tide has a source."
[Lord Yan Huan is unstoppable!!]
[Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah!]
[Going on the offensive, huh? Keep this up and I'll start sending gifts too!]
[Get them! Kill those damn things! Don't give those monsters a chance to get near our city!]
[Charge! Charge!!!]
Inside the Cloud Stone Celestial Palace.
Watching the viewer count in Yan Huan's livestream room climb, Phainon turned helplessly to Dan Heng, Feng Jin, and Mydei behind