There is no eternal place of safety here.
Every breath might be the last, and every seemingly certain victory might unexpectedly turn into a life or death battle.
Even if you manage to survive by chance, you never know when the next crisis will arrive.
The brutality of the Monster World lies in that it never gives life any breathing space.
A dream woven from endless resources and wealth traps countless races in this unending prison of war, where beauty and death coexist.
Every day alive is a battle with the words 'fate unpredictable'.
He suddenly thought of the Purple Skin Army in the Frost Winter Snow Region, who clumsily imitated the systems of the Black Tide and the Insect Tide in opposition to the Player Clan.
When he arrived.
The other side, despite having a significant advantage, chose to retreat without hesitation, unwilling to even engage in a probing skirmish.
This scene was much like his own encounters with the Civilization Power.
