Mo Caihuan, the Fairy Mo, was now surrounded by a large number of black-clad men. At the same time, she saw that a huge, transparent hemispherical formation—possibly over a hundred meters in radius—hung above her, firmly enclosing her in the middle like a pot lid.
Standing far across from her, just inside the edge of the formation, was the steward of the Prince Xin's residence, the sect master of Lanzhou's Five Colors Sect, a Black Fiend Cult guardian, and the sworn enemy of the Mo family.
To be honest, this was the first time she had faced such a dire situation, and there was no way the Fairy Mo could claim she wasn't at all panicked! After all, her opponents had the numbers and a formation on their side. They had also lured her into a trap while they were well rested and she was not. One wrong move, and she might never make it home to prepare dinner for her master and junior sister again.
"..."
With her heart uneasy, she could only stand there, unsure what to do. She silently drew the long sword in her hand and gripped it, hoping to bolster her confidence a little. But as for what she should do next, she still had no idea.
At least she knew she couldn't show her fear. So, after drawing her sword, she held it horizontally and watched her enemy without moving.
That bastard was none other than the former sect master of Lanzhou's Five Colors Sect!
Mo Caihuan still remembered how, many years ago, before anything had happened to her father, he had pretended to be on good terms with the Mo family, always acting like a paragon of virtue. But the moment her father was gone, that bastard had led his men straight to