Chapter 4 In Progress_8
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The atmosphere in the War Fortress was heavy.
For the past thirty years or so, the decline of the Watcher's Association had become more apparent by the day, and now they were cornered by the Evil God right at their doorstep.
A divine war was on the verge of breaking out.
Perhaps the next second, the Evil God would descend upon the War Fortress and spread pollution without restraint.
Once the divine war erupted, anyone who hadn't managed to retreat would turn to ash under the might of the gods, like a Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's necks, its chilling presence felt by all.
No one knew when that sword would fall.
"The spread of the Purple Mist is too fast!"
Wang Ran sighed.
The last time he was here, there was a large, clean blank area between the War Fortress and the Purple Mist Zone. But in just over thirty years, the Purple Mist had withstood the attacks of the Watcher's Association and had swallowed up that area.