Bai Fang fought his way through the enemy ranks, determined to reach the catapult. The Saber of the Ancient sliced through the darkness, striking down anyone who dared to stand in his way.
As he approached the catapult, Bai Fang saw the enemy commander, a towering figure with a scar across his cheek. The commander sneered at Bai Fang, drawing his sword.
"You think you can stop us?" the commander taunted. "We will crush your village and rule this land."
Bai Fang charged forward, the Saber of the Ancient flashing in the sunlight. The commander parried the attack, but Bai Fang was relentless. He pressed his advantage, the saber slicing through the commander's defenses.
The commander fell to the ground, defeated. Bai Fang turned to the catapult, destroying it with a single swing of the saber.
The enemy army wavered, losing momentum. Bai Fang took advantage of the confusion, leading the villagers in a fierce counterattack. The enemy lines broke, and they fled in disarray.
The village was saved, but Bai Fang knew that this was only the beginning. The Shadow Emperor would not give up easily, and Bai Fang would have to face even greater challenges ahead.
As the villagers celebrated their victory, Ling approached Bai Fang, a hint of pride in his eyes.
"You have proven yourself, Bai Fang," Ling said. "But the true battle is yet to come. Are you prepared to face what lies ahead?"
Bai Fang nodded, the Saber of the Ancient humming with power at his side. He was ready for whatever came next.