The Undead could afford to wait a few months.
The Moon Clan by the sea was difficult to fight... after all, if they did not take the initiative to come ashore, it was not as easy for the Undead to attack them as it was in the desert.
Although the Moon Clan was most numerous on the ocean, the truly fierce battlefield between the two sides was the desert.
At this point, no one could keep saying that the Heaven-Defying Alliance was too domineering, hogging the main questline and refusing to let others share it.
After all, they had not intervened in the main battlefield at all. They had directly opened up a second battlefield through their own strength.
Basia City was still the system-designated front line!
What use was that?
The Moon Clan had now essentially split into two factions. Those who liked fighting humanoid creatures had all gone to Aoskar's side.
Those who remained in the ocean presumably had the blood of battling giant sea monsters flowing through their veins. Aside from a small number who liked playing pirate raiders, the rest would rather sail out in little skiffs to fight sea monsters.
And those who liked playing raiders... most of them were heading for the coast of Kane Valley.
After all, no matter what, Triton could not possibly be peaceful toward Umberlee.
Attacking the Undead in Kane Valley came with not only merits, but bonuses as well.
Basia City was not interesting at all. There was no real sense of opposition in the killing there.
How could it compare to the entertainment value of the Undead in Kane Valley!
In Basia City, those who had once followed behind Eden and wanted to play the fisherman now had no choice but to take the initiative and go into