Dawn broke, and the eternal sun slowly climbed the peaks, casting a splendid brightness.
The summer sun, barely risen, brought a warmth that could be felt immediately.
A large number of corpses were gathered by the Xuan Bird Clan, and they intended to return these remains to the Yuan Rang Tribe.
Chen Qing rode back to his formation, and Yuan Tianfang dismounted, slapped his steed's hindquarters, and the warhorse ran towards Chen Qing.
Chen Qing mounted the horse and beckoned towards the last warrior of the Yuan Rang Tribe opposite, "Come!"
Previously, there were six left on the other side, but only five riders and a hundred or so people had come forth; now only one remained.
After a night of battle, Chen Qing's black clothes were slashed and tattered by their spears and swords, yet he bore no injuries.
