On the vast plateau mountaintop, piles of red-brown rocks stretched endlessly, forming a spectacular scene under the sunlight. The canyon was deep and bottomless, with sunlight unable to penetrate through. On the gentle mountain ridge, Luo Zheng, Ghost Hand, and Madela walked directly forward. The surrounding view was expansive, with nothing to provide cover. Disguising themselves as enemies and strutting along unexpectedly became the best choice.
As they neared the slope ahead, a person emerged from the back, raising a gun and shouting something. Luo Zheng couldn't understand, so he deliberately mimicked the local accent with a shout in response. Seeing that the person didn't detect the ruse, and continued shouting something, Luo Zheng said to Ghost Hand and Madela behind him, "We'll have to force our way through. Prepare for battle."
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela said softly, loading their weapons with bullets.
