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The sky gradually darkened, the bright moon hung high, casting a dim hue over the entire Great Wasteland.

The fractured Ancient Mountain, broken city walls, and chaotic Mountain City, once the formidable center of Turtle Mountain War Division, which once shook the ten thousand-mile-wide Desolate Wilds, had now become a thing of the past.

Woo!

Wind slowly blew throughout the dilapidated Mountain City. There was neither the hustle and bustle of the past, nor any light, only a few scattered glimmers of starlight in the black night, and occasionally, suppressed sobs could heard from distant corners, seemingly mourning the once-dominant tribe.

However, inside the city, there was this one area where, despite the evening, campfire illuminated the surroundings, the atmosphere was lively, and there was cheering from time to time. Sparks could be seen flickering and lighting up the flames from the corner of the dilapidated Great Hall.