Soul Valley, underground.
On this ancient battlefield, steeped in long years of warfare, the Soul Shadow Lord and the Dark Tide Core were still endlessly spawning troops, unleashing one brutal collision after another.
On one side was the banishment rule, which fulfilled its rule logic by subjecting targets to Spatial Banishment, producing rule-derived energy.
On the other was a rule node connected to Monster World, capable of endlessly producing source energy.
The continuous infusion of energy made this slaughter seem endless.
Until this moment, when a crack full of uncertainty opened in the unending stalemate.
Riiip!
As though fabric were being torn apart by brute force, the air above Soul Valley's underground space suddenly burst open.
A vicious gash was forcibly torn through the already fragile spatial barrier.
Before the violent void energy had fully subsided, a pitch-black coating spread rapidly, stabilizing the Spatial Passage.
Immediately afterward, three torrents of war surged out, each vying to be first.
On the far left was an army of players driving bizarre vehicles.
Like a colorful flood bursting through a dam, they instantly filled a vast stretch on the left side of the space, brimming with excitement.
On the far right was the Insect Tide army.
After leaving the spatial rift, the Locust Swarm became dark clouds that blotted out the sky. The ground forces advanced alongside the ever-spreading creep, while the Tyrant Bugs already at the forefront led the Insect Race in an indiscriminate offensive, their mountain-sized bodies exuding the pressure of something that could crush everything.
Players, evil spirits, ghost shadows, and derived evil spirits alike were all targets for the Insect Race's jaws.
Behind the player army and the Insect Race Army rolled the Dark Tide.
A black tsunami formed from countless Dark Tide particles poured from the spatial rift