The initial battle gradually subsided, as the bright moon and stars slowly climbed into the sky. The night, like a giant beast, devoured the savage battlefield, and an enormous black iron curtain enveloped both sides in heavy darkness.
Sky Net and the Alliance seemed to have reached some sort of consensus, retreating to their respective positions before nightfall. The battlefield, which was still in the chaos of flesh and blood during the day, suddenly fell silent at night.
Only the cheer of scavengers could be heard in the silent night.
But while the overt war ended at sunset, the covert contest had just begun, and all at once, countless eyes that had been resting in the daylight suddenly opened.
Long Qie and his comrades returned to the base with some flesh wounds. These minor injuries were no big deal to them; after having toiled on the line between life and death for so long, they had long been accustomed to regarding such things as no different from eating and sleeping.
