It was close to noon, and the original forest became hot and humid, with light winds and clear skies. The birds and beasts had returned to their nests, making the once noisy forest much quieter. On a hillside, two gray rabbits watched their surroundings cautiously, running a short distance before immediately stopping, perking up their ears, and sniffing the ground. Perhaps sensing danger, they darted into a hole under a nearby large tree.
In the crown of the large tree, Luo Zheng was standing on a branch observing the distance. With one arm hugging the trunk and the other holding a sniper scope, his body swayed with the tree trunk, but his expression grew serious. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw a team leaving in a patch of forest, which was unusual. Why were these people leaving when the battle wasn't over yet? Could there be internal strife within the allied forces?
"Mountain Eagle, Ghost Hand, what's the situation on your end?" Luo Zheng said in a low voice.
