His gaze withdrew from the fierce exchange of insults in the Di Family Mountains and rapidly pulled back.
Passing through clouds wreathed in black fog, Qi Sheng's gaze returned to the map interface and focused on the Phantom Spirit Wasteland.
The scene that appeared in his mind was completely different from the Di Family Mountains.
The Di Family Mountains resembled a furnace of war, the blazing blood energy bursting forth amid rising battle intent burning the entire sky red.
Top players assembled into armies and launched fearless charges.
Damage-Taking players held the front, using their flesh to withstand the mountainlike bodies of natural disaster type giant beasts. The blood-energy flames erupting from their collisions resembled sparks flying from a forge.
The elemental power unleashed by mage players intertwined into torrents among the clouds, colliding in the same sky with the destructive power released by death calamity type troops.
The blades of assassin-build players wove webs of death in the shadows, while support classes' buff auras and life connections pulsed across the battlefield like tides. Each flash rekindled the blood-red battle lines on the verge of collapse, and golden barriers always rose at the critical moment to block attacks raining down.
With seamless coordination and united resolve, the allied legion operated like a precision war machine under Divine King's command, every gear meshing perfectly.
This was the Di Family Mountains, a battlefield players regarded as the pinnacle.
Every player was an absolute elite, hardened by countless battles and tempered through Di Nian Bully's brutal special training.
Every spectacular moment on the battlefield crystallized the combat experience top players had accumulated through countless deaths.
By contrast, in the Phantom Spirit Wasteland, the reopened A Le Training Camp, operating nonstop around the clock, staged an absurd drama that never ended.
This battlefield resembled