The moment the two men formed their pact, dozens of sub-Void beasts and Void Wraiths were already surging in from every direction.
To the monsters born from these fragments of the Void, the world mosaic currently in operation was like a natural enemy that had yet to mature. Even on mere instinct, they had to snuff it out before it could grow.
Still, for the two men present, the situation was little more than a close call. With a lightsaber in one hand and a light lance in the other, Yu Lian leaped on force fields and guarded the entire perimeter of the psionic array so thoroughly that not even a single Void monster could get within thirty meters of Count Celiola while he was casting.
Of course, Yu Lian had already mastered "Psionic Storm," so he could at least act like a mage who stood in place and unleashed his power with effortless flair. He didn't have to bounce around like some wild monkey, looking utterly undignified. But there was no need to reveal a trump card like that in front of a temporary "ally."
Count Celiola said nothing more. He seemed to have lowered his guard completely, devoting his entire mind and body to the operation of the world mosaic.
Yu Lian quickly drove back the first wave of enemies and took a brief breather. He glanced at the count out of the corner of his eye, confirmed that the man's attention was entirely focused on the formation, then turned his back to him and checked his spatial bag before taking out a small leather pouch.
The pouch was completely sealed. Inside was a bag full of astral marrow fluid, along with a heap of faintly shimmering dust that surrounded a crystal about the size of a baby's