Walking at the very front of the group, Old Mo abruptly swung his right hand down, just like a general commanding tens of thousands of troops issuing an order.
Everyone froze as if struck by an immobilization spell, instantly halting their hurried steps.
All around was pitch black, as if even the moonlight had been swallowed by the deep night, with only the occasional whisper of wind and distant, faint chirps of insects breaking the deadly silence.
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