The god's ancient tree, the lion of greed, the god of deception, and the mist of the rotten swamp were all sorts of factors combined to turn this bloody land into a black hole that devoured all life.
Richard had obtained a vast harvest this time.
He felt the overjoyed cheer from the rotten swamp.
A corpse fell and would reinforce the rotten swamp.
This 30-kilometer bloody land was about to welcome a new round of advancement.
The rotten swamp would become the trump card of Twilight City as long as it reached level 4.
A consumption of flesh and blood could recruit glorious soldiers. Who the hell could withstand this?!
Glorious troops were the pillars of any force.
The recruitment alone was an enormous harvest, not to mention the resources needed to upgrade a troop lair. It was even more so for Twilight City.
The rotten swamp could consume flesh and souls to recruit soldiers. That immeasurably soared the value of this land.
