The rooftop was flat, much like the surrounding ones, resembling a vast square. The streets were narrow enough to easily leap across. Luo Zheng made use of the first ray of morning sunlight to grasp the surroundings and, taking off his tactical goggles, his expression turned grave. Such a flat rooftop left nowhere to hide; once discovered, death was certain.
The sunlight brightened the earth, and the golden dawn scattered over the desert, illuminating the castle. The quiet castle began to stir, presenting a harmonious and beautiful scene. Yet, this very sight heightened the anxiety of Luo Zheng and his team. The rooftops were flat, one after another, separated by narrow streets and alleys with no place to take cover, and everyone turned to Luo Zheng with solemn expressions.