At this moment, the sky was gradually lightening, and from afar, a layer of clouds on the horizon was rolling as a platinum glimmer pierced through the dark clouds, bringing the first trace of light and warmth to the land shrouded in darkness. A gentle warm breeze blew softly from a distance, dissipating the scent of gunpowder, the scent of blood, and people's fatigue, but unable to blow away the killing intent.
Long Yan hummed softly, squinting slightly as he glanced at the white light on the skyline and the stars in the sky that were gradually dimming. He stretched lazily and said in a voice tinged with a bit of drowsiness, "Finally, it's dawn."
Then he retracted the lazy look in his eyes and turned to the young man, Cook, and the Flame Power woman who had already gotten up, saying, "Aren't you three leaving? After dawn, I really don't want to kill anyone." His voice was still lazy, yet it contained a slight hint of intimidation.
