Richard sensed everything around him, and his eyes beamed brightness.
That was a land of death for the troops that fought on this land. It was a place of despair where they buried their souls.
It was a meaningful place to harvest.
The life of a fisherman was always so relaxed.
He calmed his emotions and turned to look at an area where the otherworldly troop had not stepped foot.
Remarkable energy shrouded that place, and outsiders couldn't see it.
He focused and sensed statues of bloody killers that stood there.
There were 40 of them.
All were his wealth.
He could recruit level 15, top-tier soldiers with a Crown 3-stars.
He had upgraded the rotten swamp to level 4. These troop lairs could already devour flesh and blood to upgrade.
The next stage was the Radiant Moon 3-stars.
A blood-mist-covered troop stood peacefully in the mud. The melt of flesh and blood formed it.
