Crimson Moon Mountain, over a hundred kilometers from the City of Light Chasing.
The noon sunlight had just fallen, and the majestic mountain rising beside a lake looked like an isolated island amid a golden sea—breathtakingly beautiful, like a paradise on earth.
At this moment, the only bridge leading to that island was already packed with all kinds of vehicles.
Besides the most common Big Three-Wheelers, there were various transport trucks, and even hover sports cars rarely seen in the suburbs.
On a temporary open-air plaza atop Crimson Moon Mountain, which stood over two thousand meters high, more than three thousand people had already gathered. More people continued to arrive from the foot of the mountain, and the bustling scene was no less lively than the Phosphor Fire Trading Market.
"There really are quite a few gangs here this time."
"Isn't that the truth? More than thirty gangs ranked in the top hundred came, and no fewer than a hundred gangs with any name to speak of are here too. Even among the deadly battles in the wilderness over the past decade or so, such a grand spectacle ranks among the very best."
"There's nothing to be done about it. The White Feather Gang hid itself too deeply. Its overall strength can probably rank among the top thirty wilderness gangs now. The Green Sparrow Gang isn't weak either—they secretly produced two Quasi-Martial Artists. Now that two gangs whose overall strength may rank in the top thirty are fighting a death battle, how could the other major wilderness gangs not come?"
"I heard that it isn't just people from some major wilderness gangs who came. Some wilderness experts came too. I saw the Wasteland Vulture and the Life-Severing Guest just now. Those two ruthless men have killed quite a few experts