Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

The four of them advanced in the dark. After walking for about an incense stick of time, a heavy stone door appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

"This should be where the hostages are held." Mo Han's uncle's voice echoed in the darkness.

He walked forward and pushed open the stone door. A cold breath hit him in the face, mixed with bursts of wailing and crying.

Behind the stone gate was a huge cell with dozens of people imprisoned in it. They were all ragged, pale and thin, with despair in their eyes. It was obvious that they had been imprisoned for a long time and suffered torture.

"We are here to rescue you!" Mo Han whispered, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

When the people in the cell heard the sound, they all looked up. A ray of hope suddenly appeared in their originally dull eyes, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Great, someone finally came to save us!"

"We are saved! We don't have to die here!"

"Wow, wow, I thought I was going to die here... I don't want to die..."

A noisy sound rang out in the cell, including ecstatic cheers and cries of survivors. All kinds of emotions intertwined together, forming a picture of mixed sadness and joy.

"Everyone be quiet!" Luo Chen's voice was steady and powerful. "We don't have much time. We must leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, once we are discovered by the Blood Vampire Sect, we will all die here."

He stepped forward to unlock the cell. The iron chain was like rotten wood in his hand and was easily broken. He then released the hostages one by one.

"Thank you, thank you for saving us!"

"I will never forget your great kindness! You are our second parents!"

The hostages thanked the four men one after another with tears of gratitude; some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Let's not talk about this for now. We have to leave here quickly. We shouldn't stay here for long." Qingshuang urged, with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the secret passage, getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Oh no, they discovered us!" Luo Chen's face changed and he thought to himself that it was not good.

"Go! Get out of here!" Mo Han's uncle shouted hurriedly, his voice full of anxiety.

The four of them fled along the secret passage with the hostages, and every step they took was on the edge of life and death.

Behind him, the sound of the man in black robe chasing him was getting closer and closer, like a death spell, making people terrified.

"You take them away first, I will stop them!" Mo Han's uncle suddenly stopped, turned around and faced the pursuers with a determined look.

"Uncle, you..." Mo Han stopped, his eyes full of reluctance and worry. He knew that his uncle was using his life to buy time for them.

"Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense!" Mo Han's uncle shouted, his voice full of unquestionable majesty, "It will be too late if we don't leave now! Remember, you must get them out safely!"

Mo Han clenched his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate, he had to make a choice.

He looked at his uncle deeply, as if he wanted to engrave his figure in his heart forever, and then continued to run forward with the hostages.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang followed closely behind. They knew that now was not the time to indulge in romantic feelings and they had to escape from here with the hostages as soon as possible.

Mo Han's uncle was left alone in the secret passage. Facing the black-robed men swarming in, he took a deep breath and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, like a lone wolf forced into a desperate situation.

"Come, I'll show you how powerful I am!" He roared, his voice like a bell, echoing in the secret passage. The weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, like the scythe of the god of death.

He brandished his weapon and started a fierce battle with the man in black robe. For a moment, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Inside the secret passage, there were flashes of swords and the sound of killing shaking the sky. The smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

Although Mo Han's uncle is old, he is still very agile. Every move and every style contains great power. He fights alone against many people and is not at a disadvantage at all. Instead, he becomes more and more courageous as the battle goes on.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, and a hero cannot stand against a large number of people. As time went by, he gradually lost his strength, his movements became slow, and he had several shocking wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Old man, I wonder how long you can hold on!" A man in black robe grinned, the long sword in his hand flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

"Bah! Even if I die, I'll take a few people with me!" Mo Han's uncle spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes ferocious, like a wounded beast, attacking the enemy even more frantically.

He tried his best and killed a man in black robe, but he was also seriously injured. He knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

“Hahahaha, old man, you can’t do it anymore!”

"Kill him! Avenge our brothers!"

Several men in black robes surrounded him with grim smiles, the weapons in their hands flashing cold light, like the scythe of the god of death, about to reap his life.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of Mo Han's uncle, like a god descending from heaven.

"Uncle, I'm here to help you!"

It was Mo Han! He came back with a determined look in his eyes, holding a long sword tightly in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light.

"You... why did you come back?" Mo Han's uncle was shocked and angry, his eyes full of disbelief, "Go away! You are no match for them! You are coming back just to die!"

"Let's go together! I can't leave you alone!" Mo Han gripped the sword tightly, his tone was firm, with no intention of retreating.

"Oh, kid... you are so confused..." Mo Han's uncle sighed, with relief, helplessness and more of a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The man in black robe roared and launched an attack again. The weapon in his hand came towards Mo Han and his uncle with a whistling sound.

Mo Han and his uncle fought side by side, back to back, and engaged in a desperate struggle with the man in black robes, with swords flashing and blood and flesh flying.

At the same time, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang, with the hostages, have arrived at the exit of the secret passage and are about to see the light again.

"Let's go out first and find a safe place to accommodate them, and then come back to pick up Mo Han and uncle." Luo Chen said with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Okay, be careful." Qingshuang nodded, his eyes full of worry.

Luo Chen led the hostages out of the secret passage and came to the cliff outside, breathing the fresh air, as if he was reborn.

He looked back and saw the sounds of fierce fighting, swords clashing, screams, and roars still coming from the secret passage, all intertwined together and making people terrified.

"I hope they are safe." Luo Chen prayed silently in his heart, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the secret passage, deafening, and the entire cliff shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

"Oh no, the secret passage is going to collapse!" Qingshuang exclaimed, his face pale and his eyes full of fear.

Before he could finish his words, the entrance to the secret passage began to collapse, rubble rolled down, and dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.

"Mo Han! Uncle!" Luo Chen shouted heartbreakingly, his voice echoing in the valley, full of grief and despair. However, there was no response from the secret passage, only the sound of rubble rolling and endless silence.

Luo Chen stood there blankly, his eyes lifeless, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes filled with grief and despair. He couldn't believe that Mo Han and his uncle were like this...

Qingshuang was also stunned. She covered her mouth and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that Mo Han and his uncle were just like this... buried in this collapsed secret passage.

The hostages also stopped crying. They looked at the collapsed secret passage with sadness and respect in their eyes.

"They...they did it to save us..." A young man choked up, his voice trembling and he burst into tears.

"We will always remember their kindness. They are our heroes," said an old man, his voice trembling and tears streaming down his face.

"We can't let their sacrifice be in vain, we must avenge them!" Luo Chen said suddenly, and the fire in his eyes rekindled, it was the fire of hatred, the fire of revenge.

"revenge……"

Qingshuang murmured to herself, crystal tears silently slid down and dripped onto the back of her hand that was tightly holding the staff, causing waves of coldness.

She raised her head abruptly, and her eyes, which had been as clear as lake water, were now burning with rage, as if they wanted to burn all the sins to ashes.

"Yes! We must avenge them!"

Qingshuang clenched her teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with deep hatred.

"Blood Demon Sect, I, Qingshuang, swear here that I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood and grind your bones to dust!"

She slammed the staff in her hand to the ground, and the hard rock ground cracked instantly, revealing the anger surging in her heart.

The other hostages were also infected by this emotion. Their eyes were red, their fists were clenched, their nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and they were bleeding but they were unaware.

"Yes, revenge! Revenge for the heroes!"

"Blood Vampire Sect, we are irreconcilable with you!"

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

The cries of grief and anger rose one after another, like rolling thunder, echoing in the valley and shocking everyone.

Facing the angry crowd, Luo Chen suppressed the grief that was surging in his heart and tried to keep himself calm. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suppress all the sadness into the deepest part of his heart.

"Everyone calm down first!"

Although Luo Chen's voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty, which gradually quieted the noisy crowd.

He looked around, his eyes sweeping across the sad and angry faces. Those eyes were filled with hatred for the Blood Vampire Sect, but also full of trust and expectations for him.

Luo Chen felt the burden on his shoulders was extremely heavy, but he knew that he could not fall down. He had to lead everyone out of grief and seek justice for the dead heroes.

"The dead are gone, but the living are like this."

Luo Chen's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

"We who are still alive must inherit the legacy of Mo Han and Uncle and complete their unfinished work."

"Only by completely destroying the Blood Demon Sect can we comfort their souls in heaven and restore peace to this land!"

Luo Chen's eyes gradually became firm, as if there was a flame burning in his heart, illuminating the way forward.

After hearing Luo Chen's words, everyone nodded silently, their eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

Yes, crying and being sad will not help. Only by turning grief into strength can we avenge the dead heroes.

Luo Chen, carrying the hostages, struggled forward along the rugged and winding mountain road towards the alliance.

Along the way, everyone was silent. Only the heavy footsteps and occasional sobs echoed in the silent valley, which seemed particularly desolate.

Qingshuang walked silently beside Luo Chen, looking at his tense profile. The face that used to always have a gentle smile on it was now as cold as a sculpture, with an indissoluble haze shrouding his brows.

Qingshuang knew that Luo Chen was feeling more sad than anyone else at this moment.

After all, Mo Han is not only his comrade-in-arms, but also his brother-like partner.

And Mo Han's uncle is also a respectable elder.

Now, they have both died, and one can imagine the pain in Luo Chen’s heart.

But he suppressed his sadness, buried all the pain deep in his heart, and silently led everyone to move forward. This tenacity and responsibility made Qingshuang feel both distressed and admired.

"Luo Chen..."

Qingshuang called softly, with a barely perceptible sob in her voice.

Luo Chen turned his head and looked at Qingshuang, a hint of tenderness flashed in his deep eyes.

He forced a smile and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Mo Han and Uncle, they are both true heroes. Their sacrifice will not be in vain."

Qingshuang's voice trembled a little, and she bit her lips tightly, trying hard not to let tears flow.

"We will definitely avenge them, for sure!"

Luo Chen nodded without saying anything. He just stretched out his hand and gently held Qingshuang's hand.

That hand was cold and trembling, but it conveyed a warm power that made Luo Chen feel a little comforted.

After a long journey of several days and nights, sleeping in the open air, Luo Chen and his team finally returned to the alliance headquarters.

Inside the meeting hall of the alliance headquarters, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating, as if even the air had frozen.

The top leaders of the alliance sat around a huge round stone table, each of their faces was filled with heaviness and sorrow, and their eyes were filled with worry and anxiety.

Luo Chen stood in the center of the hall and recounted to everyone exactly what happened to them in the Blood Ghost Sect's stronghold, as well as the sacrifices of Mo Han and his uncle.

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard and causing them pain.

During the narration, Luo Chen choked up several times and could hardly continue.

Every time this happened, he would clench his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, using the pain to keep himself awake.

Qing Shuang stood beside Luo Chen, lowering her head. Tears had already blurred her vision. Drops of crystal tears fell silently, dripping onto the ground, soaking a lot of soil. (End of this chapter)