As time passed, the atmosphere of the ritual grew increasingly eerie.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang held their breaths, knowing they had to act cautiously, as any mistake could plunge the entire village into greater disaster.
"We need to find a way to disrupt this ritual," Luo Chen whispered to Qing Shuang.
Qing Shuang nodded, a trace of determination flashing in her eyes.
"I'll distract them, you find a chance to sabotage the altar."
Luo Chen hesitated for a moment, knowing it would be extremely dangerous, but he also understood there was no better way.
"Alright, be careful."
Qing Shuang took a deep breath, then suddenly leaped out from their hiding place, gathering a dazzling beam of Spiritual Power in her hand and shooting it toward the group of black-robed figures.
The black-robed figures were startled by this sudden attack and turned their heads to look at Qing Shuang.
"Who is it?!" one of the black-robed figures shouted angrily.
