"Thump." The old patriarch of the Mo family coughed up a few mouthfuls of old blood as his eyes slowly closed.
Upon seeing this, Mo Ying and the others cried out in distress, "Old patriarch!"
All along, while the old patriarch was strict in his role as the Family Head, he genuinely cared for the members of the Mo family. He didn't view them as mere subordinates just because he was the one in charge.
Now, the old patriarch disregarded his own well-being in favor of killing more demons, joining everyone in the fight. How could they not feel heartbroken at this act of camaraderie?
Swinging his weaponry, Mo Ying cried out, "Brothers, we must fight to the death against these enemies. If any of us survive, remember, Sky Creation Sect is our ultimate enemy. If you have the power to do so, you must seek revenge."
"Kill them!" the Mo Family Martial Artists cried in unison. They charged forward like unleashed tigers.
