As they made their way forward, the expressions on the five visitors' faces kept changing.
Their initial forced composure gave way to outright shock.
In the end... they went completely numb.
When they first entered the Frontline.
What everyone saw was a dense cluster of small buildings.
These houses were generally low, but packed extremely close together. Streets crisscrossed between them, putting almost every inch of land to the fullest possible use.
That, at least, everyone could understand.
After all, this was the Frontline. Every inch of land was precious.
But as they continued inward and entered the trading district.
The sight before them left Yang Tiexin and Luo Bing, both visiting the Frontline for the first time, utterly dumbfounded.
Shops lined both sides of the streets like scales on a fish or teeth on a comb.
Quite a few owners even stood outside their doors, loudly greeting passing gods, their calls rising one after another.
Large numbers of transport Robots shuttled back and forth, constantly moving all kinds of war supplies.
The entire trading district bustled like an enormous marketplace.
For Yang Tiexin and Luo Bing, two divine lifeforms who had never visited the Frontline before, this was incredibly novel!
People in this day and age actually traded without relying on the Virtual World?
As they continued forward, the buildings around them began to change.
In their place stood neatly arranged rows of small Western-style houses, and the surroundings grew noticeably quieter.
Even Luo Hai and Luo Chengfeng could not help looking surprised.
Back when they had served here, they had only been demigods, and their movements had been almost entirely confined to their own residential areas.
Every day, they had waited for gods to come and sign divine vassal contracts with them.
They had never been qualified to