The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Peng Zhi and Lao Kuai, along with other college students, did not join these groups.

They were just lucky; none of the college student players suffered any casualties in the Qinghe tribe area.

On the contrary, because they absorbed the blood essence of some Hou tribe warriors, their levels generally increased significantly, so they naturally didn't need to join the fun with newbie players.

They are currently sitting together, checking out one of the most important features of this update – the world chat.

Like the game store, it is also a small section embedded in the personal interface.

This feature isn't anything new for experienced gamers; it's just an added space for speaking, and basically every online game has this feature.

Players who are currently testing the feature in the world chat are giving it positive feedback.

With this feature of remote communication in the game, we are finally freed from the predicament of relying on shouting for communication, and it is also more convenient for players to exchange information with each other.

It is worth mentioning that Peng Zhi suspects the production team may have done this to prevent too many speakers from causing messages to be missed.

Therefore, this chat section has been divided into 1 to 99 channels. Players can actively switch between channels and will only see messages from that channel.

After discussion, the college student players present decided to make channel 44 the main channel used by the college student organization.

With only so many players, ten people per channel, and most channels still idle, there's no need to compete for them at this stage.

World Channel - 1.

As the default channel, messages from this channel will only be displayed when players enter the game and do not actively switch to it.

To put it bluntly, this world channel is public. At most, it's mentioned briefly, and it's impossible to restrict other players from switching channels to view the chat content. Therefore, Peng Zhi's attitude in speaking was quite friendly.

[What's the principle behind this? Everyone, please give us some face, our group channel will be 44 from now on.]

[Taoist Fifteen Dogs: Then channel 88 can be used by us old brothers.]

[Want to be Lao Kuai for three days: I don't understand, why not just create an organization channel?]

[Taoist Fifteen Dogs: Indeed, I feel that once the number of players increases, this design will easily provoke conflicts between players.]

[Braised Beef: There's no limit to the number of people in a single channel, so everyone can chat in channel 1.]

[Taoist Fifteen Dogs: Sometimes you just need a quiet channel to direct operations.]

[Old Altar Pickled Cabbage: In that case, we'll choose Channel 66.]

[Pickled Pepper Beef: Okay, okay, okay.]

[Taoist Fifteen Dogs: I've never seen you guys before. You all have food names on your names, are you new players?]

[Stewed Chicken with Mushrooms: Yes.]

Peng Zhi silently shifted his gaze from the world channel to Dog Bro, who was still doing burpees not far away, wondering why this guy was so active during his training session.

……

Shanyun Military Department.

The camp inside the light curtain.

Xiong Ling looked at Tianxia Buyu who had just woken up, breathed a sigh of relief, and warned, "You've been too relaxed. Don't forget where we are now."

In her view, the time spent offline in the game was like sleeping.

He was sleeping too soundly and couldn't be woken up no matter what. This relaxed attitude could be very dangerous on the battlefield.

He couldn't understand the concept of "Unifying the World," but even if he did, he probably wouldn't argue with it.

He got up and walked out of the tent, looking around. The situation in the camp was no different from before he logged off.

The sky remained the same color, unchanged.

He guessed that this place didn't have the concept of day and night at all.

In fact, his guess was correct.

This place, though not small in area, can hardly be considered part of the world; rather, it is a special space.

When two bubbles approach and come into contact, a very thin layer of liquid forms between them.

As mentioned before, the small worlds where other alien races reside are like tiny bubbles attached to a large bubble.

The place where Tenka Busu is located at this moment is equivalent to the liquid film between the bubbles.

Even the thinnest layer, when viewed by global standards, would be an incredibly vast area, enough to support a battle between millions of people.

The camp was filled with a somber atmosphere, with banners flying everywhere, and occasionally wounded squads could be seen returning to the camp.

After watching this scene for a while, Tenka Bubu became restless and wanted to explore its depths.

It's probably true that what you keep in mind will eventually come back to you.

He saw a whistling arrow suddenly rise into the sky in the distance, its sharp sound carrying far and wide with its penetrating power.

Immediately following this, a rapid drumbeat rang out from behind the camp.

"The war drums sound."

Xiong Ling suddenly stood up, discerned the rhythm of the drumbeats, and then shouted in a deep voice, "Gather the troops and follow me to the rescue!"

Tianxia Buwu watched in bewilderment as hundreds of armed soldiers from the Youxiong tribe quickly assembled outside the camp, their speed of preparation suggesting they had been prepared in advance.

"Set off."

Xiong Ling waved her hand, noticing the bewildered Tianxia Buwu standing to the side, and casually called out, "You come too."

Under her leadership, hundreds of soldiers headed straight for the direction from which the signal arrow had been raised.

The troops were composed entirely of soldiers and marched at an extremely fast pace.

Fortunately, his martial arts level is not low, so he won't fall behind.

It must be said that such a vast, boundless plain makes ambushes very difficult, which allows the reinforcements to focus on their mission and reach the scene as quickly as possible.

They ran for half an hour, covering nearly seventy miles.

Looking back, the endless camps behind him had become a vague black line.

Looking back,

At the bottom of the slope, where the angle is at most in the single digits, there are densely packed arrow shafts that resemble a thicket of thorns, with the fletching at the end of the shafts swaying slightly.

Seven or eight human warriors, riddled with arrows, lay on the ground, their blood flowing freely.

As you can see, one of the soldiers still has a breath left. He reaches out to the reinforcements, opens his mouth to reveal his blood-stained teeth, and is about to say something.

Unfortunately, an arrow flew from behind him and pierced his head in an instant. With the immense force of the arrow, his body also crashed into the ground.

"Let's go." Behind them, the leading Hou tribe scout sneered and led the team back.

This scout team numbered approximately fifty people.

Arrows were stuck in the ground along the way, indicating that the Hou tribe's scout team had clearly been chasing them for a long time.

"You bastard!"

Seeing this, Xiong Ling was filled with rage: "Chase after them! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

The Xiong tribe's warriors, who had been running all the way, could not possibly tolerate these Hou tribe scouts escaping under such circumstances.

Despite their exhaustion, the Xiong tribe warriors roared and charged at the Hou tribe scouts.