Under the approaching early morning's sky, the chill of the late autumn crept up and constantly produced water vapor in the air, forming vague, cold fog.
When everyone looked at this sea of flowers colliding with the endless insect tide and killing them to its heart's content, they felt a tightness in their throats.
However, the Millstone Town people suddenly felt ease in their tense feelings.
At the very least, the sea of flowers was now in a stalemate with the insect tide, giving all of them the chance to breathe at last.
When the Extreme Guild Club's quartet looked at Red Thorn's ortet beside Lin Yuan and then at him, they could not help but feel that he was simply a person full of surprises.
At every critical moment—be it the previous scouting, his fey having the ability to restore spiritual power, or the fact that he could keep up healing the front line—Lin Yuan could always come forward.
