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The crowing of the roosters announced the dawn, and the lowing of the cattle signified dusk; Yang Xiao and others who were left in the room were awoken by the piercing sound of the roosters—day had broken.
The sky was overcast, draped in a layer of gloom; everyone remained silent. Sui Chengguo, the last member of the mission, had not returned, and the outcome was self-evident.
He was dead, just like Quan Doufeng and Lu Youcheng, perished during the mission. Not only had the previous night's mission failed, but all those dispatched were utterly annihilated.
They had lost three people all at once—a heavy loss, no doubt. And with Mi Shu also missing, the prospects were grim.
Yang Xiao himself had experienced several nightmarish missions before, but never had he seen a loss of three or four people in one night. This was a first for him.