She fled to a secluded corner, took out a Communication Talisman, but never received a response. Anxious emotions spread in her heart.
"Luo Chen? Mo Han? Where are you?" she murmured softly, a sense of unease surging like a tide.
Mo Han was forced into a dead-end alley, two men in black robes blocked the exit with mocking smiles on their faces.
"Run! Why aren't you running?" one of them taunted, a cruel glint flickering in his eyes.
"Today is your death day!" the other echoed, his blade gleaming coldly.
Mo Han took a deep breath, a flash of despair in his eyes, replaced by a resolute fighting spirit.
He mobilized the scant Spiritual Power left in him, fists clenched, the wind of his punches howling with a do-or-die momentum, pushing one of the black-robed men back several steps.
"Interesting! Come again!" The black-robed man, far from being intimidated, was even more excited, a battle spirit burning in his eyes.
