In the evening, Xiao Yuansui left with his men.
Shang Ruyi stood at the highest point of Warehouse City, at the entrance of the assembly hall that had become somewhat desolate, watching those people slowly exit Warehouse City, their figures gradually disappearing into the swirling snow along the winding mountain road.
The cold wind was fierce, carrying a thick scent of blood circulating within Warehouse City. That intense cold seemed ready to freeze the blood of everyone here. Although she hadn't been injured at all so far, for some reason, her entire body felt weak, as if she might collapse into the almost palpable atmosphere of blood at any moment.
Just as she was about to lose her balance and quickly reached out to steady herself against the door frame, she heard the hurried footsteps and shouts of those around her. Before long, a group of people approached.
It was Yu Wenye leading people to clear the city.
