Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

This stemmed from the [Stone-Pressing Prison Lord] law trait Pei Jin had gained upon advancing, which happened to grant immunity to all forms of "crushing force" and "gravity."

The magnetic pressure and gravity dragging everything downward had no effect whatsoever on Pei Jin.

He stood at the very heart of the bloodstorm. His charred shell was nourished and repaired inch by inch by the blood aura, and he only stood firmer and firmer.

"Medicine King!" Without looking back, Pei Jin's voice was deep, as though it had been ground up from beneath the earth. "This blood rain of mine can hold down his yin lightning for a quarter of an hour."

"Use this time to treat the wounded!"

Golden needles flew beneath Sun Simiao's hands. Hearing this, he nodded heavily. "All right!"

The bloody rain and foul wind collided with thunderous rain and yin lightning, the two heavenly phenomena churning the skies above Tongbai Palace's western foothills into a pot of boiling sludge.

Yet Yue Fei's hawk-like eyes grew increasingly grave.

He could see it clearly—Pei Jin's blood rain was being forcibly sustained with the very foundation of his Blood Prison.

It could hold for a moment, but not forever.

And Bai Yuchan, floating above the curtain of rain, was not the least bit anxious.

He merely narrowed his vertical pupils and looked down from on high at the struggle between red and green below.

His expression held the unmelting calm of a cat toying with a mouse.

As though he were waiting for something.

The string in Yue Fei's heart suddenly drew taut.

"Something's wrong..." he said in a low voice, tightening his grip on his spear. "That thunderstorm clearly hasn't used its full strength yet."

Bai Yuchan licked his silver teeth, and his smile slowly spread, chilling enough