Lear was completely imrsed in the joy of transforming the swamp.
The feeling that everything in the world was at his fingertips to mold as he wished was sowhat addictive.
The real ga of changing the world is not sothing an average person can experience.
From a bird’s eye view, vast patches of mire swamp erged, while at the edge, many rigid dead-end roads and trap zones appeared.
Many areas looked like sturdy road surfaces, but when the load reached a certain level, they would suddenly collapse and sink.
Land full of fluffy reeds, water surfaces covered with aquatic plants, and the trees entangled by vines... all beca dead zones.
There were hundreds of roads leading to traps, but only one could reach Weilu City.
This was an absolutely lethal defensive circle for the undead, known for their sea of skulls tactics.
At the sa ti, Lear moved areas like farmland and fish pools outward, avoiding zones likely to break out into fierce conflicts.
He directly minimized potential losses.
This imrsion lasted an entire day, giving Lear a feeling of sheer satisfaction.
He sowhat understood the Creator God’s state when creating the world; everything was under control, making it utterly addictive.
During this process, he also gained a deeper sense of the swamp’s power.
The most direct manifestation was his level quietly increasing to level 14.
Naturally, without any obstacles.
It wasn’t until the morning of the 20th that Lear withdrew from the transformation state.
He suddenly realized it was intelligence refreshing ti again, and intelligence had already been refreshed since yesterday morning.
However, he felt slightly disappointed as there wasn’t much valuable intelligence this ti.
Only two pieces of 2-Star intelligence, rely tips on which direction Black Death City would attack from, valuable but not much...
He shook his head, putting this intelligence aside, and got up to leave the City Hall.
Upon stepping out of the door, he imdiately sensed the tense atmosphere filling the air.
The passing residents each had heavy expressions, quickly moving their belongings.
The conversations and laughter often heard in the past were now scarce.
With the looming battle, that tension reached everyone.
The Dark Naga patrolling the territory stood like statues at intersections, their numbers several tis that of usual.
Lear toured around, reaching the edge of the territory.
By this ti, the range covered by the city walls had greatly expanded.
Seen from afar, the towering vines intertwined and stretched to over thirty ters high.
There was a subli beauty of artificial intervention and natural formation intertwined.
He strode forward, not waiting for the Vine Fairy to fly out to greet him, with a slight movent of his mind.
He invoked the Authority of the Swamp.
At the next mont.
The entire power of the Mire Swamp surged out like a vast ocean.
Rushing in like tidal waves, directly infusing the vines ahead.
Although he couldn’t enhance the potential and level of the Vine Fairy using Swamp Power, the Starry Sky Vine was not subject to such limitations.
These Magic Plants could rapidly grow as long as there was sufficient energy.
After the robust power surged in, the Starry Sky Vine, already growing rapidly, suddenly sprouted at double speed.
The vines wriggled like bending little snakes, intertwining and climbing.
The speed increased by seven or eight tis compared to before.
Truly remarkable.
The Vine Fairy, noticing this, also beca happy, guiding the Starry Sky Vine to continuously stretch out and ander.
Growing toward the preset height and width.
Lear, seeing this, still felt it was not enough.
With a slight ntal adjustnt, he channeled more swamp power into the vines, accelerating their growth speed again.
The passing residents watched in shock as the Vine Wall weaved and expanded.
Vines that used to take several hours to grow now could be done in just tens of minutes.
It was like pressing a super accelerator on the video.
This scene continued from morning till dusk, when the stars twinkled and the Starry Sky Vine began to exhale starlight power.
The scattered starlight illuminated the entire territory.
With growth speed increasing again...
Ti quietly passed from day to night, then from night to day, and back to dusk.
On the evening of November 21, the sun sunk half into the swamp, casting warm rays over the wetlands.
The entire swamp seed brushed with a layer of golden sand, giving a dizzying sensation.
The light appeared ample, but the distance beca sowhat blurry.
From the sky, overlooking Weilu City, a towering wall over 30 ters high and more than 10 ters wide, already surrounded the area entirely.
Constructed entirely from vines, it stood as tall as a ten-story building.
Looking up from beneath, one could feel the indestructible, thriving, and substantial nature of the Vine Wall.
Behind the wall, combat platforms made of vines towered over 15 ters high.
Ancient Tree Guardians quietly climbed up, standing on the platforms.
Their roots intertwined with the vines, their crowns exposed over the walls by a full 10 ters.
The twisted faces on their trunks peered over the walls, observing everything outside.
Once the enemy attacks, they will launch their shells and shatter everything ahead!
A full 120 Tree Guardians at level 14 ford a line behind the walls, enough to make hearts tremble.
Though lacking heavy siege weapons, these turrets with endless ammo could easily beco the enemy’s nightmare.
anwhile, standing on the Ancient Tree Guardians were Dark Night Hunters with initial levels as high as 13.
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