The night retreated, and daylight descended.
The surrounding Yin Soldiers faded into ash in the strengthening sunlight.
The Ghost General, though not disappearing, had its purple-black Yin energy dissipated by nearly half. It was clearly becoming languid.
Yan Yu halted his sprinting pace, turning around leisurely with his hands carefree in his coat pockets, showing no sign of fatigue on his face.
The live stream opportunistically zoomed in—the production team gave him a full-body high-definition close-up.
"It's daytime now!" Xu Dongming shouted, "The Ghost General is weakened! It's Yan Zhanlong's turn! Yan Zhanlong is about to unleash divine power! Annihilating! Obliterating! He's about to..."
Before the professional commentator could finish, Yan Yu casually withdrew a pill, an Elixir Medicine, from his pocket and silently popped it into his mouth.
