Xu Xiaoyou stared blankly at the girl, her dust-covered face surprisingly calm.
It was night, yet the girl sprouted wings dyed with the illusion of dawn, and on the gradually fading clouds, the vast sky of stars shimmered brilliantly.
The players were dumbfounded, forgetting that they were still in the midst of battle.
The previously frenzied monsters had their muddy eyes become clear, not moving even as the distant female general roared with fury.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, the monsters leapt off the wall like reeds broken by a fierce wind, following the guidance of the flute sound, falling into the long night like a flood. The black tide poured under the blue moon, so magnificent it was hard to believe their eyes.
Xu Xiaoyou reacted quickly: "Now, advance forward while we can!"
The players snapped out of it, tearing open a breach, liberating themselves from the hard fight, and ran forward with large strides.
