At the Yue Clan's Lunar Caravan headquarters, Yue Hang fought desperately despite his utter lack of strength. His Qi-infused longsword cut through the chaos, one robed figure at a time.
Around him, the clan's defenders pushed back against the robed figures, their formations shaky but determined.
Unfortunately, the assault was unrelenting. Despite the Security Divisions' bravery, their numbers dwindled rapidly under the sheer power of their adversaries.
Amidst the chaos, one of the robed figures seemed to pause, their gaze fixed on the headquarters' top floor.
A sinister smile crept across their face as they raised a hand, summoning an orb of crackling dark energy.
Yue Hang noticed the shift immediately. His eyes went wide with horror as he thought about his daughter and her attendant staying there. "Focus on protecting the main building!" He bellowed even though he knew there wasn't anyone that could help. "They're targeting the young mistress!"
