In the later half of the night, the three glowing balls overhead shone with a silver light.
Chen Yiming was sitting alone on the roof of a tall building. After a few hours of fighting with the creatures from the otherworld, Chen Yingying's performance had dropped drastically, and he had sent her back to the camp to rest.
Noise traveled over from the restaurants in the stronghold from time to time. Some people who were still observing the situation called their friends over to have a drink together.
Thinking that the people charging towards the rocky plains would have almost reached their destination, he communicated with the figure in his mind.
Chen Yiming: How's the situation?
The figure in his mind: It's all going smoothly.
Chen Yiming: Didn't it attract the attention of any powerful creatures?
The figure in his mind: I killed a few of them. After that, it was very peaceful.
Chen Yiming: Then let's follow the plan.
