Vast mountains, on the graceful slopes, sunlight shines, slipping through the gaps between the leaves and falling on Luo Zheng, who is lurking under a big tree. Luo Zheng is wearing a camouflage suit, covered with branches and green grass; from a distance, one would not notice him at all. His gaze is cold as a sword, firmly locked on the enemy approaching ahead. His solemn face is filled with an intense killing intent. Seeing the enemy about to enter the ambush range, Luo Zheng lowers his voice and coldly commands, "Kill!"
An invisible killing intent flashes like a drawn sword, piercing to the sky, startling the birds that had just flown by to screech and turn to flee, as if something terrifying had happened.
