"Turn the Red Moon into a Puzzle Piece?"
Su Bai's hand paused slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. He turned toward the Director, trying to find some hint of emotion behind that perpetually inscrutable mask.
"Look at this hell." The Director's voice was low and slow. His gaze passed over Su Bai and settled on the battlefield before them, where blood and fog intertwined and frenzied surges of power churned through the mist.
"And we are evil ghosts. The best place for evil ghosts is in hell, isn't it?"
The instant his words fell, his figure dissolved into the mist.
A second later, Su Bai saw several Red Moon Society creatures, who had been overpowering the human players on the battlefield ahead, suddenly freeze. Then their bodies vanished without a sound, as though an unseen space had swallowed them whole.
A few seconds later, those creatures reappeared where they had stood. Every trace of their power had dissipated, leaving only ruined bodies that fractured in the air and turned into wisps of ash carried away by the wind.
It was as though, in those few seconds, they had been erased in another space without a trace.
It was probably the Director's doing.
As Su Bai swung his scythe, cutting down the creatures foolish enough to get in his way, he looked deeper into the battlefield.
The scene before him was worlds apart from the battle he remembered.
In his previous life, the human lines had been almost entirely on the defensive. Outmatched, humanity had been forced to withstand endless Strange Creatures pouring toward them like a tide. It had been a hopeless war of attrition.
In fact, no high-tier creatures had even appeared on the battlefield then, yet the humans had already been utterly overwhelmed.
In this life,