Watching the Show

The sounds of hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield began to gradually subside after a long period of time.

The entire battlefield was dominated by a one-sided level advantage. The Silver Tier spear-wielding Goblin ' firepower, speed, and physical attributes were far beyond what Black Iron, Bronze Green Demon could match.

The dozens of Puppet Green Demon were at a disadvantage throughout, relying solely on mindless stacking of health and close-quarters combat to forcibly exchange damage. There was no fear, no retreat, only a rigid charge command, rushing towards the fatal attacks again and again.

After continuous attrition, most of the Puppet have collapsed and lost their ability to move.

Only two or three Green Demon remained in the arena, their bodies covered in piercing wounds. Their movements were stiff and slow, and they still lunged forward with the last bit of momentum, but they could hardly even get close.

The fighting is nearing its end, but it is not completely over.

The battlefield remains in a state of flux, with no settlements generated, and the entire open area is completely clear, with no treasure chests dropping.

The only living thing standing was that Goblin Warrior.

The spear was deeply embedded in the soil, its shaft tilting precariously to support his body. His torso heaved violently, and his heavy, rapid breathing was clearly audible; his physical strength had been pushed to its limit. His skin was covered with a dense network of scratches and bite marks, and shallow wounds were scattered all over his body, with oozing bodily fluids wetting the surface of his flesh.

Even though it was completely exhausted and both physically and mentally drained, its anger did not subside in the slightest.

The hoarse, rough roars continued, mixed with heavy breathing, crashing onto the empty wasteland again and again.

Lu Heng could understand these chaotic roars.

It was all furious rebukes.

He angrily berated these low-level Green Demon for breaking the rules. They should have been scattered and foraging for food, but instead they gathered together, defying their superiors and acting tantamount to rebellion. He also angrily denounced these inferior minions for overestimating their abilities, relying on their numbers to entangle higher-level individuals, and disrupting the hunting order of the entire area.

His voice was filled with the frustration of being dragged along by ants, as well as the innate arrogance and disdain of a high-ranking alien race.

It repeatedly swung its spear to kill the last remaining Green Demon, each strike swift and decisive, completely eliminating the remaining Puppet resistance.

Lu Heng remained lying face down in the muddy depression, his body pressed completely against the ground, motionless.

His breath was completely suppressed, his muscles relaxed, showing no signs of life. On the edge of this battlefield where a fierce battle had just ended, such a still, fallen body would only be seen as a dead person caught in the chaos of the fighting, attracting no attention whatsoever.

His mental strength remained steadily deployed, locking down the situation on two fronts.

The movements on the front lines and the unusual activity in the reeds behind were all clearly perceived.

In the distance behind, several figures that had been hiding for a long time finally made their move.

These were the survivors that Lu Heng had let go along the way.

They remained hidden in a safe area from beginning to end, observing the entire battle between the alien races without approaching the battlefield or taking any risks, simply waiting to reap the benefits.

With the Green Demon almost completely wiped out and the powerful Goblin Warrior exhausted, the fighting gradually subsided.

In their minds, the two major threats had already fought each other to the point of near death, and the danger on the battlefield had been completely eliminated.

The best time to snag a bargain has arrived.

Several figures crouched low, using the reeds for cover, and slowly moved forward, drawing closer. Their movements were cautious, but they no longer retreated; their eyes held only an irrepressible greed.

Everyone was convinced that they could reap the rewards of this great battle at no cost.

Unbeknownst to them, the real danger had never disappeared; on the contrary, it was quietly approaching.

Just as the survivors were steadily moving forward, a chilling mental fluctuation suddenly seeped out from the depths of the distant forest, slowly covering the entire wasteland battlefield.

This aura was cold and condensed, carrying the eerie and oppressive feeling unique to alien magical units.

Lu Heng instantly tensed up, immediately withdrawing all his external spiritual perception completely, leaving no trace, and concealing it entirely.

He instantly recognized the other party's identity— Goblin Mage.

At the same time, a comparison was made based on the texture and conciseness of the mental fluctuations.

This one is a bit stronger than the Goblin Mage he encountered last time.

There was no exaggerated leap, no qualitative change that crushed all levels; it was simply a slight improvement in strength over the individuals encountered before. But even this slight improvement was enough to overturn the entire situation in this endgame environment.

Lu Heng instantly made a judgment in his mind.

The exhausted Goblin Warrior in front had lost their burst of power for sustained combat, while the group of greedy and reckless survivors behind them were completely unaware, only concerned with advancing forward.

They couldn't see the undercurrents in the direction of the forest, nor could they sense the impending magical threat.

Those who are only focused on finding bargains are in for a lot of trouble this time.

To avoid his underground Mycelium network being detected by the other party's mental probe, Lu Heng acted with extreme caution.

He calmed his mind and secretly manipulated the entire microbial community spread beneath the soil.

All the originally spreading Mycelium contracted inwards, deeply burying itself in the crevices of the ground and beneath the roots of grass, no longer touching the surface. The whole process was silent, without any energy fluctuations or traces of abnormal activity.

The entire network of Mycelium was completely hidden in the dark soil, perfectly avoiding the range of mental detection, and would not be detected by the approaching Goblin Mage.

After doing all this, Lu Heng remained prone, quietly observing the situation from all three sides.

The last few Green Demon on the field, barely alive, were successively killed by spears and fell completely silent.

The long-running inter-racial conflict has officially come to an end.

The battlefield fell completely silent, and still no treasure chests spawned.

The Goblin Warrior, spear planted in the ground, continued his tirade. Exhaustion hadn't diminished his ferocity; he still growled and berated the corpses scattered on the ground, venting his anger at being harassed by low-ranking minions for so long.

Completely unaware that its kin were approaching from the depths of the forest, it had no idea that the battlefield, which had just calmed down, would soon be engulfed in a second wave of carnage.

The survivors behind them got closer and closer, and they completely relaxed.

They had already begun to imagine what they would gain after entering the game, completely unaware that they were actively stepping into a new dead end.

Lu Heng lay prone in the mud, his mind completely unmoved.

He doesn't show his face, doesn't interfere, and doesn't prematurely ignite the situation.

While maintaining absolute concealment, they also locked down everyone's positions.

Exhausted warriors, greedy humans, and arriving mages—a chaotic three-way balance of power has taken shape.

He only needs to lie in the shadows and quietly watch these opportunistic scoundrels pay the price for their greed.

The wilderness was calm and still, but the deathly silence concealed a deadly intent.