The evening glow of dusk spread over the vast forest plains, adding a touch of tranquility to the blood-stained canyon, while the intense aura of hostility was slightly diluted by the breeze. Captives had all been gathered together, each with a faded gray face, devoid of any will to resist. Weapons and ammunition were still being collected, and from time to time, the sound of laughter and shouts of victory echoed, bringing some life to the grim battlefield.
Luo Zheng scanned the battlefield calmly, slowly retracting his gaze. He took a deep breath and softly said, "Brothers, you've been running all night and are exhausted—you need rest. I'm in better shape and faster than you, so I need to stay and observe the enemy's situation to find clues. If Ghost Hand weren't involved, I wouldn't leave him behind either. Let's not debate this matter anymore. Once you return, be ready for combat orders at any time."
