Asura Escapes

The eleven took turns attacking, yet they still could not break through the Yellow Springs Banner's defenses.

Asura remained seated cross-legged before the stone platform, his hands forming seals as he muttered incantations under his breath. More than half of the Golden Runes on the Purple Gold Banner had already lit up; only the last few strokes remained.

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth. "We can't let him refine the Purple Gold Banner! Otherwise, the Human Realm is in peril!"

The green-robed middle-aged man said, "But we can't break through that Yellow Springs Banner!"

The grey-robed old man said in a low voice, "Though the Yellow Springs Banner is strong, maintaining it requires a massive expenditure of Netherworld Power. That Asura is refining the Purple Gold Banner while maintaining the Yellow Springs Banner at the same time. He won't last long. We'll attack in turns and drain his Netherworld Power dry!"

The eleven nodded and took turns striking.

Wave after wave, they bombarded him in rotation, giving Asura no chance to catch his breath.

The black barrier trembled violently, with more and more cracks spreading, denser and denser.

Asura's brows were tightly furrowed. His Netherworld Power was being consumed rapidly, and the Yellow Springs Banner's defenses were growing weaker and weaker.

If this continued, he would not hold out until the Purple Gold Banner was refined.

He gritted his teeth, took out a pitch-black pill from his Storage Bag, and swallowed it.

The pill entered his stomach, and his aura soared. His Netherworld Power recovered by more than half. The Black Qi on the Yellow Springs Banner thickened once again, and the cracks on the black barrier healed rapidly.

The white-haired old man's expression changed. "He's taking pills to recover! Don't let him catch his breath!"

The eleven attacked