Luo Chen tightened the sword in his hand, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes: "Then they can't be allowed to succeed."
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a glance, with a resolute light flickering in each other's eyes.
They knew the upcoming battle would be a tough one, but for the peace of the little town, they had no other choice.
"Qing Shuang, are you ready?" Luo Chen asked softly, gripping the sword hilt tighter.
Qing Shuang gently nodded, her eyes devoid of fear, filled only with persistence for justice.
"I'm ready, Luo Chen. We cannot let these black-clad figures succeed."
Silently, the two approached the altar, the tip of Luo Chen's sword glinting coldly in the faint light.
Qing Shuang began to murmur incantations, preparing to launch an attack at any moment.
Just as they were about to initiate their assault, the orb on the altar suddenly exploded with dazzling radiance, illuminating the entire cave like daylight.
