Colorful Mist Coast, Evil Moon Domain.
After wandering around the camp and finding that no players were paying attention to him, Di Nian turned and left.
The Dark Tide players he had created were now visually indistinguishable from normal players. He decided to conduct his next intelligence investigation inside the Evil Moon Domain.
According to the combat records, when players suffered casualties while fighting the Dark Tide, they would take the initiative to merge with nearby teams.
He decided to join a player squad this way, avoiding excessive conversation in the camp.
After all, his understanding of the Player Race's culture and customs was very limited. Too much conversation could easily expose problems.
Only in an intense combat environment would players cut down on conversation when making contact.
Entering the Evil Moon Domain, Di Nian Evil Spirit searched for a contact target through his projection clone's perception view, soon locking onto a player squad.
A dozen or so minutes later.
A figure passed through the churning black fog, running toward a player squad in the middle of battle.
Behind him, the surging Dark Tide followed closely, with Evil Spirit units constantly forming within the roiling black fog.
"Guys, all my teammates are dead. Can you spare me a spot? I'm a mage."
Hearing him, the players fighting fiercely against the Dark Tide Evil Spirits all looked toward the approaching figure.
He had used armed vehicles to render a bizarre blue hairstyle. His face was youthful, and he looked like a boy of about eighteen.
"Little brother, just join the party. I'll get you out!" shouted the middle-aged man with a full beard at the head of the squad. Gang qi surged out around him as he approached, grabbed the boy's arm, and threw him behind the team, helping him escape.