Before long.
Mo Hai's face was covered in blood, a terrifying sight in the dark of night that sent chills down people's spines.
Shock!
Unparalleled shock!
Nearly ten thousand soldiers stood agape, staring blankly at the scene unfolding before them.
Too scared to move.
Mo Yunsheng with a severed arm, Mo Hai on his knees begging for mercy.
The scene, thought impossible, unfolded before their eyes.
Before the night attack.
No one could have imagined such an outcome.
The soldiers looked at each other, bewildered and at a loss.
Feng Qingshui frowned deeply.
He stared intently at Mo Hai, neither intending to stop him nor planning to assist Mo Yunsheng.
He was merely a spectator.
Watching coldly without a word, he remained uninvolved from start to finish.
Indifferent to matters that didn't concern him.
He planned to use others to kill and avenge his son.
But he never expected Lin Fan to explosively advance in his realm overnight, defeating Mo Yunsheng effortlessly.
