Translator: Aran

  The night was fading and dawn was breaking over the horizon.

  In the far end of the horizon, a faint blush-red gradually coloured the clouds.

  Seeing that there was no more movement coming from the Demon Spider’s camp, Ye Qingyu could finally relax.

  He turned around, vanishing in the void.

  The next moment, he was standing on the watchtower.

  Everyone crowded around him with an excited look on their faces, almost as though they were lo..