The night was as dark as ink, the cold wind biting, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Luo Zheng and his men rushed forward for a distance, quickly diving into the forest. As they ran, Luo Zheng continuously contacted Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle, urging everyone to gather quickly. In the forest, there were no paths, and at night it was impossible to find anyone. They relied entirely on Lan Xing to locate everyone's positions and send the coordinates. There were casualties in the team, and everyone's mood was exceptionally heavy, with not much to say as they all hurried to gather.
After moving a distance away from the path into the valley, Luo Zheng instructed everyone to stop in an open forest area on the hillside. The enemy was intent on escaping and wouldn't pursue them. Everyone was silent, looking at Luo Zheng with grief and anger. Luo Zheng glanced at the regret in everyone's hands, his expression turning icy and furious, then looked at Snow Leopard.
