Midnight, the quietest and darkest time of day.
Not long after the people of Wanyan Sect infiltrated Bai Ren Sect, Ying Hai and his daughter, along with Ying Chuan, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, launched their attack.
"Yueyue, you snipe from the shadows. Ying Chuan, you cut off their retreat," Ying Hai, newly recovered from a serious illness, had a gleam in his eyes. In his hands, he held a long spear adorned with wolf shadows, charging into the crowd.
With a swift movement and a loud shout, the fighting spirit within him erupted, and countless spear shadows stabbed forth instantly.
Blood splattered everywhere the spear shadows passed.
Ying Yue and Ying Chuan were also impressive; Ying Chuan wielded twin sabers, and sharp fighting spirit energy condensed upon the blades, making them slice through like cutting through a gourd.
Ying Yue was composed and calm, firing multiple magic arrows in succession.
