World of Monsters
Chapter 213

Until the time was right, the sword remained sheathed

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Heavenly Abyss Domain Node.

As the swirling energy dispersed, black fog drew the scattered fragments of the shattered High Tower platform back together, rapidly reassembling them into intact stone slabs.

The broken pillars twisted in the black fog, gradually returning to their original shape as though imbued with life.

Under Di Nian Evil Spirit's control, the black fog wound around every damaged part of the platform like a conscious living creature, restoring the High Tower platform in moments.

It looked as though it had never been destroyed. Only the scorched elemental scent lingering in the air proved what had just happened.

Di Nian Evil Spirit glanced down at the elemental scorch marks on his chest and waved them away.

The battle was over. He had successfully defeated the Player Race.

Yet he could not feel happy about it.

The Player Race had proved that the potential for warfare they had displayed was nowhere near its limit.

The mysterious Commander's dominance over the battlefield, in particular, had put him under considerable pressure.

What puzzled him was why this Player Race Commander had never acted before.

"Di Nian, perhaps the last confrontation put pressure on the Player Race, so they sought help from their higher-ups."

"We've encountered similar situations. Back then, the Evil Moon Domains in the Azure Star Sea and toward the Colorful Mist Coast also sought our help because pressure from the Player Race was hindering their development. You took command through a projection and fought on their behalf."

Di Nian Evil Spirit nodded solemnly at Evil Eye's conjecture.

It made logical sense.

One thing was certain: the Player Race's number of combat units was continually growing.

He had long since concluded that the Player Race had a vast reserve of reinforcements gradually infiltrating the Monster World.

Until now, he

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