The night gradually grew darker.
Several transport planes flew past the night sky.
The Taoist masters sat on the planes. Their expressions were solemn and grim.
"Four days ago, those bastards attacked Mao Mountain, and a few of our brothers died in a horrific battle. All Mao Mountain brothers are orphans, and everyone is a blood brother.
"They… killed our blood brothers! We cannot forgive them!
"They… have killed many innocent people. It is our duty to destroy them.
"Today is the day we launch our counterattack. Kill them all and avenge our fallen brothers!"
In front of them, a white-haired Taoist master was giving a rousing speech before the battle.
"Kill them all!"
The Taoist masters started to shout. Their eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
Tang Hao sat at one side, holding one half of the mirror in each of his hands. He gently brought them close, and the two mirrors fused into one. It was rather interesting.
