Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.
A crescent moon hung low over the undulating mountain skyline, staining the sky a rusty dark red.
Fibrous embers slowly swirled into eddies in the air, then scattered across the sky like snow.
North of the bone-strewn ancient battlefield, the ground abruptly broke off.
An immense, bottomless chasm cut across the mountain ridge.
Black fog churned at the bottom of the abyss. A sinister tower rose from the ground, piercing the mist and pointing toward the blood-colored crescent moon.
The tower was built from what looked like skeletal material, with an enormous Dark Tide Furnace at its center, energy surging inside.
At that moment, Di Nian Evil Spirit hovered over the platform atop the tower, trying to secure commissions with Evil Eye.
Their messages had already gone out, but no Evil Spirit Warriors had sent them any orders.
No orders meant no resource income.
No resource income meant that, while the players ran rampant, resource expenditure would exceed resource gains.
To the players, Wonder Butterfly, and even the monsters lurking in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, the crescent moon meant spring had arrived.
But to Di Nian Evil Spirit, the crescent moon's arrival meant winter had come, and he had to scrimp and save to survive it.
The players' current strength was nothing like it had been before.
Whether he could survive this winter was impossible to predict.
If those beastly players went mad and launched into frequent War Mode, his reserves for surviving winter would only dwindle in the days ahead.
Thinking of his sudden fall on hard times, Di Nian Evil Spirit felt bitter.
Just days ago, he had been considering how to develop faster. Now he had pulled back his Dark Tide energy and completely abandoned his aggressive expansion strategy.
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