My mind went blank.
This was a spectacle I never could have imagined.
This thing seemed no less powerful than the Love Tree and the like. So my earlier theory—that these professionals appeared like mushrooms after rain when they had the upper hand, but vanished without a trace when they didn't—seemed to be a fallacy.
The big man let go in a daze, and Ning Guowei dropped straight onto his butt.
The others looked just as grim.
I instinctively looked at Wu Ling.
Wu Ling only glanced up at the situation, then went back to her work.
Ye Qing folded his arms and tilted his head slightly. He seemed to look at Wu Ling, then at the place where the smoke had risen.
The smoke looked a little like a mushroom cloud, but on closer inspection, it was a mass of gathered yin energy.
Then, a roar came from that direction.
My eardrums hurt. My head buzzed, but I quickly came to my senses.
"It's coming out... Something huge is coming out..." the big man muttered. He jolted, then sprang up and bolted into the distance.
Ning Guowei lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and looked helplessly at the people around him.
The others looked grave, but didn't seem inclined to run.
They exchanged glances, apparently reached an understanding, and began discussing things in earnest.
"Young lady of the Wu family, how sure are you that you can summon that thing here?" the Taoist asked.
Wu Ling looked up. "About seventy or eighty percent. I still don't know what it is."
The old man from the Wu family drew a sharp breath.
The Taoist nodded. "Then we'll set things up here. We'll stick to the original plan. You summon it, and we'll attack."
The two monks still hadn't come