The atmosphere in the War Fortress was heavy.
In the past thirty-plus years, the decline of the Watcher's Association had become more apparent day by day, and now they were being cornered by the Evil God right at their doorstep.
The battle of the gods was on the brink of eruption.
Maybe in the next second, the Evil God would descend upon the War Fortress and spread pollution unbridled.
Once the divine war broke out, those who hadn't managed to retreat would turn to ash under the might of the gods, as if the Sword of Damocles was hanging over everyone's neck, its chilling presence inescapable.
No one knew when the sword would fall.
"The spread of the Purple Mist is too fast!"
Wang Ran sighed.
When he last visited, there was a large, clean buffer zone between the War Fortress and the Purple Mist Zone. In just over thirty years, the Purple Mist had consumed this area despite the strikes from the Watcher's Association.
There was no buffer zone left between the two sides.
