"It's now!" Mo Han shouted, charging out first, "Uncle, let's go!"
"Alright!" Mo Han's uncle followed closely, the two of them like sharp swords, piercing straight into the heart of the Blood Ghost Sect.
A fierce battle erupted. Relying on the power of the Crystal Ball, Mo Han and his uncle were unstoppable. The black-robed men were no match for them, falling one after another at their feet.
"Thieves of the Blood Ghost Sect, your days are numbered!" Mo Han shouted while fighting, his voice filled with hatred and anger.
"Kill!" Mo Han's uncle also shouted, his weapon slashing powerfully, each strike claiming a life.
The battle was intensely fierce, with cries and screams echoing throughout the valley. Blood stained the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
"Mo Han, watch out!" suddenly, Mo Han's uncle shouted and pounced towards Mo Han, knocking him to the ground.
