The atmosphere aboard the ship suddenly tightened.
Through the information-link exchange, they could hear the breathing in the command room of the large ship above quickly growing heavy as well.
Shen Le slightly closed his eyes and spread out his mental power, sensing the energy fluctuations around them. A moment later, he let out a breath, drew in his qi, and shouted, "It's fine! Don't panic! Mountain Warden, raise the defensive barrier and keep the gu insects outside! Cloud Kun! Provide energy! Can you do it?"
[Yes!] [Easy!]
The two little ones answered brightly. The next moment, forty-nine Porcelain Swords flew out like fish, forming three rings along the edge of the defensive barrier.
One after another, they thrust outward, shredding the especially large gu insects.
The Porcelain Tower trembled softly, suppressing, breaking down, converting, and cleansing the surrounding murky Yin aura. A pale cyan ring of light quickly pushed outward, expanding by roughly a foot and a half in radius.
Shen Le nodded, raised both arms levelly, then pressed them down through the air, soothing everyone. "It's fine. Tricks like this are very hard to use against an army—the more spirited and united an army is, the more instinctively resistant it is to all kinds of spells.
"Even if Cloud Kun hadn't been here this time, and Mountain Warden hadn't helped, nothing serious would actually have happened."
It was like during the battle at Hulao Pass, when the Black Armor Army charged into formation. Their military spirit and killing intent had condensed to an extreme and pointed in one direction. Gods and ghosts alike had to give way.
Even when only a few of their own men stood at the very front, daring to charge forward under the enemy's gun barrels and even shout, "Come at me!"