Another great battle has ended.

The cold wind howled across the scarred battlefield, wailing like a mournful cry.

The bright blood-colored moonlight pierced the thin black fog, casting a blood-red veil over the battlefield steeped in deathly silence.

On the Evil Eye Tower Platform, the laughter of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit continued.

It slowly raised its right arm, gazing at the blood-colored moonlight entwined around its battle armor. The light was no longer the sickly dark red of the Waning Moon, but the enchanting red unique to the Waxing Moon, flowing like a living thing across its surface.

"Finally, it has arrived."

Its five fingers suddenly clenched, crushing a strand of moonlight.

Countless memory fragments flashed through the mind of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.

The taunts, oppression, humiliation from the Player Clan... it was undoubtedly a difficult era.

If not for establishing the Evil Spirit Alliance later on and receiving external resources, it would clearly have not overcome this hurdle.

The struggles of the Waning Moon phase were akin to an unbearable winter.

But now, there was a once-familiar strength lingering in the air.

Spreading its arms wide, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit felt the dense Black Tide Particles in the air, its mood unfurling like an ice river finally catching the spring flood.

Taking a deep breath, it let the Black Tide Particles fill its chest, with every inch of muscle resonating and trembling under the energy's cleansing.

The once suppressed feeling of humiliation was now spreading across its tongue like a sweet poison.

It finally savored the gift of its waiting.

The dormant nights during the Waning Moon phase, every shame and anger from the tactics of hiding and taking taunts, were doubly compensated by the brilliance of the Waxing Moon.

It suddenly realized that pain could ferment.

The bitterness forcibly swallowed had been brewed into the richest joy in the cellar of time.

The corner of its dark red eyes silently curled into a smile.

Like a Predator when its prey finally steps into the trap, a primal pleasure was drawn from within.

Those years shackled by the Waning Moon seemed to be shedding like a layer of dried skin.

It felt rejuvenated and reborn.

"Earth Thought Boss, congratulations. Now, you are in the strongest Moon Phase environment. The next plundering war will be centered on your node."

"Haha, finally the suffering ends, and the Player Clan is no longer a threat. It's time for a triumphant expansion..."

Voices of Ghost Teeth and other allied Evil Spirits echoed in its mind.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit nodded with a smile.

After the alliance, their expansion strategy was efficiency-oriented.

Among which, the Moon Phase was the most important reference indicator. The stronger the Moon Phase, the more amplified the Black Tide would be.

Choosing high Moon Phase environments for plundering actions would yield higher efficiency in using Black Tide Energy.

It would also generate stronger Evil Spirit Soldiers for the same cost.

The blood-colored moonlight poured down like a waterfall, causing the base of the Evil Eye Tower to tremble and extend black fangs towards the sky.

The surging Black Tide around the tower boiled and churned.

Suddenly, four pillars of pitch-black light pierced the sky, transported by the Evil Moon, weaving into four majestic projections of Evil Spirits on the platform at the top of the tower, standing on both sides of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, also hovering in suspension.

Blood Pattern, Ghost Teeth, Iron Spine, and Fuxin, the four War Gods of the Bully Alliance as known by players, arrived concurrently.

"Earth Thought Boss, fortune has turned in your favor, congratulations again," rasped Ghost Teeth.

"The Waxing Moon soars high, and the Black Tide shall rise," Fuxin nodded with a smile.

"Earth Thought Boss, your territory should expand now," Blood Pattern pointed lightly, as a blood-colored crack spread from beneath its feet towards the Evil Moon, starting the resource transfer mode.

"Next, we shall assist your expansion," Iron Spine's announcement was short and loud, like a Warhammer falling.

Subsequently, the four Evil Spirit projections raised their hands in unison, with projections of the Evil Eye emerging behind them, connecting to their bodies, and the beams of light aligning with the Evil Moon in the sky.

The Black Tide Energy, like a rushing Nether River, transferred through the Evil Moon, transforming into four torrents of pitch-black rushing into the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's tower.

Boom!

The tower shook violently, and every rune on its body lit up with blinding blood light.

The energy level of the Black Tide climbed rapidly, its surging power turning into ripples of Black Tide extending outward in circles.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit did not respond, its thoughts shifting in an instant, with the endless Black Tide surrounding the tower surging forward like a wild fierce beast, advancing westward.

The Black Tide roared, inking the long night.

In its wake, the ground corrupted, and the sky darkened.

The land was the first to emit a mournful cry. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The once fertile earth of the Waning Moon phase was rapidly losing its color like receding tides.

The fertile black soil faded into pale white, the soft surface instantly solidifying, then cracking into a myriad of spiderweb patterns.

Sticky black mist seeped out from the cracks, like the corrupted blood flowing out once the earth's veins were cut.

The towering giants of trees along the path trembled violently, with the bark contacting the Black Tide shriveling and curling at a visible speed, devoured entirely in the blink of an eye, and the withered leaves yet to fall carbonizing in mid-air, turning into a flurry of black snowflakes, merging into the Black Tide as they drifted down.

As the advancing speed quickened, the Black Tide soon crossed the previous Giant Domain Node.

Soon it encountered a mountain ridge blocking the path.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit embodied the characteristic of the Black Tide, which never went around obstacles, directing the Black Tide to surge toward the ridge.

The rock-hard cliff face softened like a candle upon contact with the Black Tide, melting quickly like butter under a hot knife.

The summit ridge was the first to collapse.

Rocks weathered by millions of years of frost and wind crumbled like a sand sculpture encountering water, the surface peeling off rapidly into a muddy slurry.

Black mist seeped through mountain crevices, spreading like a spider web of gigantic cracks.

Mid-mountain, an outcropping cliff suddenly slipped down as a whole.

But before it hit the ground, it disintegrated into countless fragments mid-air, then turned into a plume of pitch-black dust.