That night.
Lu Yang, Turbid Wine, Xia Yuwei, and the others went out together and transported the bodies of all the Iron Blood Brotherhood members back to Donghai. Early the next morning, Lu Yang held a grand funeral. The few of them personally carved the names of every fallen brother onto the Heroes' Monument.
More than ten million residents of Donghai came voluntarily to the funeral to mourn the heroes who had died for them. Countless people shed tears, but neither Lu Yang, Turbid Wine, Bai Shi, Zhou Tianming, nor Xia Yuwei cried. They merely stood silently before their brothers' graves.
Everyone could feel the fury radiating from the five of them. For an entire day, Lu Yang and Turbid Wine stood before the tombstones. They had originally planned to keep vigil through the night, but just as evening fell, Lu Yang's phone rang.
"Ding ding ding."
Lu Yang picked it up and saw that Fu Yun was calling. He answered and asked, "What happened?"
Fu Yun sighed. He already knew what had happened on Lu Yang's side. Although they had defeated the enemy, it had only been a costly victory. He said, "I shouldn't have called you at a time like this, but something has happened on your side. I feel I should warn you."
Lu Yang frowned and asked, "What is it? What did you find?"
After thinking for a moment, Fu Yun said, "Satellite images showed a large amount of strange fog in the air where northern Liao Province meets southern Ji Province. It has blanketed dozens of square kilometers of land. There is something wrong with that fog. I suspect a race from another world has appeared there, so be careful."
Lu Yang sighed and said with a smile, "Those bastards really won't let us rest.