The battle was over.
Jiang Qingyue was nearly exhausted. She lightly patted her chest and murmured:
"Whew, we survived..."
Gale swept back from the edge of the gray mist, stopped beside Qi Wu, and said breathlessly:
"The ordinary Synthetic Beasts around us are retreating. Without a king driving them, they don't dare attack anymore."
Lilith folded her bat wings and landed. Her scarlet eyes swept over the Synthetic Beast remains littering the ground as she said softly:
"Is the danger... over?"
Her voice held uncertainty, along with a trace of hope.
Everyone looked at Qi Wu.
Having turned the tide single-handedly, he had already begun to emerge as their leader in everyone's eyes.
Qi Wu said nothing. He merely tilted his head slightly, as though sensing something.
Just then, Su Li lit a Huazi.
She held the cigarette between her lips and took a deep drag, letting the familiar taste of nicotine circulate through her lungs before slowly exhaling.
The bluish-white smoke blended into the lingering gray mist around them, almost indistinguishable from it.
"Finally, a chance to catch our breath."
There was a rare hint of relaxation in her voice.
Iron Buddha scratched his bald head. "Consultant Su Li, that cigarette of yours..."
Su Li raised an eyebrow. "What, want one?"
"No, no, no, I don't smoke." Iron Buddha hurriedly waved his hands. "I just thought... uh, they're both smoke, but yours looks a lot nicer. That gray mist just gives me the creeps."
At his words, everyone couldn't help smiling faintly.
Their nerves, taut for far too long, finally relaxed for a moment.
Wolf Team slowly let out a stale breath and dropped his combat stance. His silvery-white wolf fur gradually receded, his claws and fangs retracted, and his slit pupils returned to normal.
He glanced at the