The men in black were somewhat flustered by this sudden change. The formation that was originally as solid as a wall of steel suddenly showed a brief disorder. Taking advantage of the chaos, Crane Immortal shouted, "Now, charge out!" The voice exploded in the night sky like a flash of lightning piercing the darkness.
The three of them seized this fleeting opportunity, coordinating seamlessly with each other, and charged in one direction with ferocity.
Crane Immortal led the charge, and his long sword was like a dragon emerging from the sea. With each flicker of the sword's shadow, the men in black standing in their way were forced to retreat. Every sword swing carried a fierce wind, making the men in black uneasy to approach carelessly.
