The pitch-black wilderness stretched endlessly, the entire night sky overwhelmed by darkness. Without high-powered flashlight illumination, even with night vision devices, traveling was impossible. Under the strong beam of light, snowflakes danced clearly in the night sky, swaying gracefully with the wind, so beautiful and serene. But Luo Zheng and the others harbored hatred in their hearts, none were interested in these beautiful white elves, each with a grim expression as they jogged forward.
After a while, everyone rushed to the entrance of the temple valley, bursting into the fortifications at the entrance where the battle had previously occurred. All remained silent, coldly gazing at what once was the battlefield, with no enemy bodies left behind, all cleaned up along with the weapons. Inside the valley, no light could be seen, it was pitch-black, and eerily quiet.
