Yue Clan (I)

The sky had turned slightly bright.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the gloomy darkness, revealing the appearance of East Lake City after the air raid.

"Screech!"

A white-feathered bird flapped its wings and streaked across the sky, swooping down.

After passing through the charred and collapsed houses, the bird slowed down and landed on the ground of a square.

At this moment, the square was empty. The people who usually did their morning training had disappeared, but the birds still maintained their usual habits and came here at this time to wait for the bird lovers to feed them.

Chen Yiming walked slowly towards the company, witnessing the aftermath of the battle in East Lake City.

A factory that provided the livelihood of more than 1000 people, and gradually expanded over the past few years or even more than a decade, was swept by the aftershocks of the battle between warriors and turned into scorched earth.