Aphrodite once said that it was in the dead of night when Atlantis suffered from the prehistoric flood, and it was then that these night watchmen became ghosts; even after ten thousands of years, these soldiers still "persistently" carry out their duties.
And now, dawn has broken, and the night watchmen have disappeared.
It took a while for everyone to react, then they all heaved a long sigh of relief, and slowly sat down on the lawn, looking at each other in dismay.
"Haha." Suddenly, Ye Shikai laughed, seemingly grateful for the slim chance of survival they had after the ordeal; he hadn't expected the heavens to give them an opportunity to live on.
Walking on the streets, the group felt an overwhelming desolation, the barren city lay empty, now even those nighttime soldiers were gone. To find any survivors, Ye Shikai resorted to the simplest, most brute force method.
Shouting loudly for people.
