The night was as dark as ink, and the torrential rain poured down, plunging the entire tropical forest into darkness. Occasional lightning tore through the skies, adding a touch of horror to the primitive woods. Luo Zheng lay prone on a boulder at the mountain peak, his gaze piercing, intently watching the valley below. The gorge was dead silent, as if nothing had ever happened, which eased Luo Zheng's mind. As long as Turul didn't notice anything out of order, once the time came and the valley flooded, not a soul would be able to escape.
The rain grew heavier, as though it knew of Luo Zheng's intentions and came to cheer him on. It seemed like the world around them had entered the realm of water. Two snipers were concealed to Luo Zheng's left and right, coldly watching the valley's entrance. They would occasionally glance at Luo Zheng, their eyes brimming with admiration. To fight using the power of nature—what terrifying tactical thinking was this?
