The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

"That's exaggerated, way too exaggerated."

"Just how much content does this game actually have?"

"This performance alone is definitely worthy of being a game of the year."

Once the distant mountains returned to normal, the players recovered and became incredibly excited, everyone talking animatedly.

"Could it be a boss we'll have to fight later in the game? It must be more than level 100, right? Once we reach the maximum level, we'll definitely need to gather a lot of players to defeat that kind of being, won't we?"

Old Kuai grabbed Keyun's shoulder, quite excited, his speech somewhat disorganized.

With examples of players instantly leveling up to level 20 or higher in the game "Unify the World," players can't help but wonder what the level cap really is.

Ke Yun was shaken and felt uncomfortable, but unfortunately, the difference in their physical abilities was too great, and she couldn't break free from Lao Kuai's clutches.

Peng Zhi climbed up from the roof, lost in thought: "I thought I was playing an old man's scrolling game, but it turns out to be Shadow of the Colossus?"

Of course, the sight of the giant foot falling from the sky is indeed stunning, but as long as it doesn't interfere with everyone's gameplay, it can be viewed as nothing more than a spectacular performance.

Players are self-aware and won't delve into what that thing actually is at this stage.

……

The valley is located approximately 100 kilometers southeast of the Xishi Ruins.

After the commotion caused by the giant foot subsided, sounds gradually began to emanate from the valley, and figures rose to their feet, breaking the stillness of the surroundings.

If Tenka Fubu were present, he might still be able to recognize him.

These figures were exactly the same as the tiger-wolf men he had encountered during the day, only in greater numbers.

The clouds drifted slowly, occasionally letting in a few stingy glimpses of starlight, through which one could vaguely discern the layout of the valley—a simple campsite.

The tiger-wolf people in the camp tacitly avoided talking about the giant foot that had appeared earlier.

A tiger-wolf, a size larger than the others of its kind, emerged from the crevice between the rocks and the ground and headed straight for the tent located in the center of the camp.

As he walked, he moved with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, his gaze sharp and intimidating. The blood energy emanating from his body was as heavy as the ocean, as if he were a ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient times.

Clearly, this tiger-wolf was of high status; all the tiger-wolfs along the way immediately prostrated themselves upon seeing him.

A candle was lit in the tent, where several tiger-wolf men were already waiting.

He swaggered to the main table: "Report on today's events."

The tiger-wolf on the left rose and knelt down: "Reporting to the commander, everything is normal, and there are no unusual movements from the Gaoshi tribe."

The centurion's tiger-like face revealed a disdainful expression: "As expected, after the destruction of the Stream Stone tribe, these humans from the High Stone tribe are probably living in constant fear."

"It all depends on the commander's strategic planning."

Inside the tent, all the tiger-wolf men knelt down and began to flatter him.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The centurion, however, was not indulging in flattery. He waved his hand and said, "Third brother, you should urge the younger ones to digest the spoils of the massacre of the Xishi tribe as soon as possible. Second brother, you should maintain contact with the Hou tribe and invite them to attack the Gaoshi tribe when the time is right."

Incidentally, these tiger-wolf people actually have their own racial name, called the Goblin Clan.

Unfortunately, humans do not specifically distinguish their ethnicity, but rather simply refer to these beings as the beastmen.

This crude method of classification also reveals a hint of arrogance.

Of course, from the perspective of the human race, they certainly have the right to be arrogant.

The beastman, referred to as the second-in-command, hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Chieftain, last time we joined forces to conquer the Stream Stone Tribe, the Hou tribe only gave us 30% of the blood offerings. They don't even respect us."

The third brother immediately chimed in, "That's right! If you ask me, once the younger ones have digested the spoils and improved their combat strength, why don't we go it alone?"

In fact, humans can refine and absorb the blood essence of other races, and other races will also regard humans as food.

"Nonsense! Thirty percent, thirty percent!"

The centurion slammed his hand on the stone table in front of him, splitting it in two, and said with a warning, "To attack a human tribe in our ancestral land is an extremely dangerous undertaking. How can we act rashly?"

These words sounded cowardly, but none of the beastmen present refuted them.

Given that they are each other's food source, the status of the human race is not something that can be picked up by chance, but rather a dominant position that countless humans have fought their way out of blood and fire over countless years.

Even though its dominant position has been somewhat precarious in recent years, it has not completely fallen from grace.

Objectively speaking, the human race does not have a clear advantage over many other races.

Their reproduction efficiency is not as high as that of the Zerg, but their ten-month pregnancy is not slow either.

While their combat strength at the same level may not be as good as some races with innate talents, they can still barely squeeze into the top tier.

Unlike dragons and phoenixes, which are born sacred, human offspring are inherently weak, but they can reach the highest level through cultivation.

It can be said that the human race is mediocre in all aspects, or more accurately, balanced.

It is precisely because of its overall qualities, which are not outstanding in any aspect, that it has been able to surpass countless races and become the master of this land.

"Chief, I have something to report."

The beastman kneeling at one end of the tent seemed to sense that the atmosphere inside the tent had become somewhat somber, so he forced himself to speak and try to divert everyone's attention.

After receiving the centurion's approval, he began to report: "After nightfall, one of the scout teams sent out did not return."

Feeling that his words hadn't been taken seriously, he added, "The area this scout team was responsible for exploring was not near the Gaoshi tribe."

Upon hearing this news, the centurion pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"Then we will set up five more scout teams to double the reconnaissance area."

……

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Having finally had a good night's sleep, Jiang Chen stepped out of the gray stone house, leaped onto the roof, and prepared to stretch his muscles.

However, what he saw before him left him stunned.

Where did you put this?

Is this still the Xishi tribe?

The open space where the players gathered expanded several times over overnight.

The ruins that once surrounded the open space have disappeared, replaced by seven brand-new, one-story bungalows.

In addition, there is even a two-story villa with a courtyard.

It seems that the players dismantled the damaged stone houses, picked out the usable stones, and then rebuilt them.

As for the material used to seal the gaps between the stones...

Jiang Chen was unsure: "Three-in-one soil?"

It's a good alternative when cement is unavailable.

He is indeed very surprised now.

He knew that players, once they unleashed their initiative, could be incredibly efficient at grinding.

But the fact that he managed to create so much in just one night still caught him somewhat off guard.

Very energetic!

If we had more time, we might even be able to make explosives.