The weather in the apocalypse was unpredictable, unlike the previous oppressive days. Today, the smog finally dispersed, breaking away from the usual gloom. It was a rare sunny day, with the sun emerging from the clouds, its rays weaving golden threads through the branches, everything looked exceptionally clear.
Yet, on such a warm day, the faces of the Order's followers were full of solemnity. At this moment, the combat group had put down their weapons, the personal guards had ended their training, and even the search party didn't venture out as they usually did.
Chen Feng stood above the crowd in black, his expression grave, his gaze indifferent. Even without speaking, one could still feel the heavy aura surrounding him.
