Lin Mo drew the Xuanyuan Sword from its sheath on his back, its blade emanating a cold brilliance akin to a Divine Artifact. As the sword light emerged, a Dragon Roar accompanied it.
"Report to the general, traces of those people have been discovered ahead," a scout soldier reported, standing by Moso's side.
Stationary in his military uniform, with a defiant look on his face, Moso sneered, "Heh heh, these Magicians think they can do as they please just because they have superpowers beyond ordinary humans? I've brought hundreds of soldiers to ambush them."
Lin Mo's Divine Sense had long since locked onto General Moso behind him. Summoning the Xuanyuan Sword, it circled above Lin Mo's head, chimed with a clear tone, seemingly excited.
"Go!"
With a single word from Lin Mo, the Xuanyuan Sword instantly transformed into a silver Meteor, trailing a long tail of light, and with a whoosh, it flew forward.
