Hill lay quietly against the terrace railing. He was curious how William had ensured that the Undead and the Moon Clan had no way to communicate except by fighting... Different timelines could mean far too many things.
This was nothing like communicating with people from a fantasy world. As long as the players' vision was blurred a little, the Undead would not react even if the people in the game seemed remarkably clever and capable.
After all, they took it for granted that a Wisdom Core could calculate better than a human.
The completely different worldview helped too. Even when people did things the Undead thought were downright idiotic, it never made them question the game.
The Moon Clan was different. Their timeline and era made their behavior rather primitive, but their way of thinking was not much different from that of people in certain countries in the Undead World.
You could hear it when the Undead traded insults with them. The later arrivals had wisely fallen silent once they realized they could not win, but minor clashes between the two sides had never stopped.
That was the main reason Xue Yunfeng and his people had eventually given up hunting Lu Huayu and his group. They did not want infighting to hand outsiders the advantage. Doomsday's side might be rather unscrupulous, but unscrupulous people had always been good at stirring others up.
Back when the Undead had a hundred-person command council, a few members had come from other countries. But when it came to voting, people busy scheming against one another were no match for Xue Yunfeng's well-drilled group, who met and settled their position beforehand.
Those few had joined the council mainly to keep Xue Yunfeng from using them as shields or scapegoats. On almost everything else, they voted