Soon, soft snores sounded inside the room.
Chen Fan slept soundly. He even had a dream, something he had not experienced in a long time. He rarely dreamed, but this time he dreamed that the Northbank Defense Line was utterly destroyed two and a half years later by a Strange Tide surging up from the seabed.
Jiangbei fell.
Countless lives were lost, and the Mortal Domain was the first to perish. Before his death, he saw Big Fish self-destruct.
Cold Flame exploded amid the Strange Tide, clearing every strange entity from a vast area, but the endless tide soon filled that empty space again. He watched it all helplessly, unwilling to accept it.
He had no trump cards left.
Just as the Strange Tide was about to swallow him—
A chill drifted over him.
Chen Fan shuddered awake. He left the room and stood on the city wall of Cave One, looking at the darkness that had already receded and the sun hanging in the sky. He had actually slept until midmorning.
"Pah, pah, pah."
"Dreams are the opposite of reality."
He muttered under his breath.
Last night's dream had been far too ominous. As the Four-Year Pact drew closer, he had begun to grow nervous. This was no game where he could try again after failing.
If he could not clear it with his one life, there would be no second chance.
Judging by the Strange Tide he had experienced in the Ancient Battlefield, a defense line built from 5th-Level City Walls should essentially be able to hold, as long as his reserves of eerie stone ammunition did not run out. But... no one knew whether that Strange Tide had grown stronger over all these years.
After all, even Defense Line Seven, built entirely from Level-6 City Walls, had