Daybreak was approaching, a pale fish-belly white blooming in the east to tear open a seam in the night. Golden sunlight eagerly poured down, bathing the earth.
After a night of bloody combat, a faint scent of blood lingered in the air, intertwining with the subtle fragrance of flowers drifting from afar to create a strange aroma.
Zhong Yun stood atop the mountain peak, gazing into the distance, a thousand thoughts churning in his mind. Although they had won, he dared not let down his guard in the slightest. The power of the mysterious organization far exceeded his imagination, and this victory might just be something the enemy had deliberately allowed.
Chapter 88