Rumble...

The clan fortune battlefield was shaking violently, bursts of loud noises, and the initial place of all the Chosen Sons was shaking, like a seal being completely broken, the space was shaking, and the thick haze was churning. (For cache reasons, please visit the user directly with the browser.\nＣＯＭ website, watch the fastest chapter update)

The water on the surface boils in high temperatures, water vapor evaporates, rushing into the tumultuous haze, revealing vague wonders and releasing extremely dangerous aura.

All living beings had a feeling of danger rising, and even Yin Dong was thrilled by it, feeling that the next crisis would be beyond his expectations.

At this time, Yin Dong stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the entire initial place, and could see the entire initial place rising... or, rapidly rising from the ground.

The chosen sons who occupied a small area had already risen from the ground and flew into the sky, flying around like headless flies, walking through the haze, sank into blurry wonders, and disappearing with the spread of wonders.

The topography and landform of the entire tribe battlefield are also undergoing tremendous changes, or...reorganization!

Some places sink, forming abyss and siege, and the black water melted by snow all flows towards these places...

In other places, there are mountains like dragon ridges bulging, as if thousands of dragons emerge from the abyss, dividing the huge tribe battlefield one by one.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see that the tribe battlefield is divided into countless small pieces. The original place of the Chosen Son is its core area. Moreover, each dragon-shaped mountain range is surrounded by abyss and a clear boundary.

On the mountains like dragons, a wide variety of vegetation is growing wildly, turning into wildly primitive prehistoric jungles, full of barbaric and primitive aura, and full of evil spirits.

Between these mountains, there are all kinds of dilapidated and messy architectural ruins, all of which are very ancient and historical buildings.

There is a ruin in it, which is very similar to the Moon God Temple that Yin Dong had seen in the Blue Fantasy Realm.

At the same time, the rules of space are also changing and becoming stronger, and the suppression power of all foreign species in the tribe battlefield, including the Son of the Chosen, has been increased to varying degrees.

The stronger the strength, the stronger the degree of suppression.

In other words, the weaker ones take advantage of it!

The space controller once again played the edge ball openly, but it was also within the rules... The gap between the two camps is too big and needs balance!

...

Outside the battlefield of clan fortune.

Under the jujube tree in front of a Taoist temple, a sloppy old Taoist priest squirted out a sip of wine from "Pu".

He wiped his yellow goatee and cursed with some pain: "Dogs, you are just helping the Galaxy camp. If you play this kind of edge ball, you don't even want your face!"

The man in the green robe sitting opposite him was also watching Yin Dong's live broadcast room. He could not only see the changes in the clan battlefield from the picture, but also infer the changes in spatial rules from some clues.

However, the man in the green robe was weaker than the sloppy old Taoist priest and felt a little slower. After the old Taoist priest cursed, he smiled bitterly and sighed: "Isn't it normal for the space controller to be close to the gods all the time?"

The sloppy old Taoist priest spat and cursed: "It's normal? You are brainwashed like this, and you actually feel normal?"

The man in the green robe blushed and said helplessly: "Old Taoist, don't be picky. In the battle for clan fortunes, the space controller has always been inclined toward the gods, and has been playing the edge ball and helping the gods. We have no power to change at all, so we can only pinch our noses and recognize them?"

"That's because you're too useless, so you can only accept it with your nose."
Chapter completed!