The enemies, a dark mass pressing close, howled strangely, gunfire blaring amid the moonlight, frightful in extremity. A killing aura filled the void, enough to break any spirit. Luo Zheng swept a cold gaze over the onrushing foes, his sharp eyes brimming with endless murderous intent—resolute, daring and forceful. Amid everyone's anticipation, Luo Zheng made a retreat gesture. Without a word, they all followed him, using the cover of night and the bizarre rocks to dash eastward.
The enemies near Stone Mountain, busy running back and forth, focused their attention on their footing to avoid falling or getting caught in crevices. Coupled with the darkness, they failed to notice Luo Zheng and the others retreating from the summit. As they ran, they fired their weapons wildly, and when they were about to reach the summit, they encountered each other and, without questioning, opened fire, causing chaos.
