Abyssal World, 76th Plane.
The sky was dark and gloomy, and a murderous aura permeated heaven and earth, stirring countless living beings.
After the Abyssal Lord players occupied the entire plane and gradually transformed it, vast stretches of soil had become barren land. This was a kind of soil filled with the aura of death. Not a blade of grass grew there, beasts had vanished, and life was forbidden. Yet when Undead wandered across the barren land, they benefited greatly from the dense death aura washing over their bodies and could even slowly recover from their injuries.
Now, along the narrow coastline, the corpses of Abyssal Creatures, Undead, and all manner of other bodies lay everywhere. The death aura within the barren land had grown increasingly dense. If players had their breathing systems enabled, they could smell a choking stench in the air—a dead-man's odor mixed with sulfur, as nauseating as durian blended with canned herring.
Cries of battle and the clash of weapons rang out without end.
The planar war had lasted half a month. The Abyssal Vanguard and the players had remained locked in a stalemate, dragging the battle on. Rather than growing tired of it, the players were drawn in, with more and more joining this unprecedented war.
One player rode an Evil Eye Tyrant through the streets with great swagger, drawing cries of surprise and envy from the surrounding players while igniting their fighting spirit on the front lines.
After all, to the players, this was only a game. As long as they worked hard, they would reap rewards. And if they were lucky, the mounts they acquired could not only be ridden but could even fight alongside them. That was double the happiness!
Mounts such as the Evil Eye Tyrant naturally came from the Sun-Moon