Tang San shot the flying needles in his hand toward the voice. The needles' tails had barely left his fingertips when a section of the Blue Silver Grass shielding the three of them caved inward.
"Don't follow the sound, Brother! He's changing positions!"
Xiao Wu braced Tang San's arm and pulled him back. The black shadow that swept past his cheek struck the rock wall, then split into two streams and lunged at the grass wall again.
Ji Yuan felt that tearing force through the leaf veins.
Soul power was draining from the Blue Silver Grass. Once the lingering spiritual shadows clung to its stems, they burrowed toward Tang San's body along his martial soul's connections. Simply blocking their physical forms no longer helped.
"It's eating your soul power. Pull back the grass outside first."
"If I do, it'll get in. Father can't withstand this."
"Then let me go out. My Golden Body can block it."
"No. Don't waste your soul skill here."
Tang San raised his hand to patch the opening. Before the newly grown blades of grass could unfurl, the black shadows tore them apart, forcing Ji Yuan to redirect the mycelium attached to the breaks into the ground.
Gui Mei lingered outside the grass wall for a moment.
"Your Blue Silver Grass is more durable than I expected."
"Yue Guan thought so too."
"He's already dead, yet that mouth of yours still won't stop. Tang San, do you really think you can goad me into charging in?"
A black hand pressed against the grass wall, its fingers squeezing inward. Tang San circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and pressed his palm behind those blades of grass, but blood seeped through his cuff first.
Xiao Wu braced his lower back with her knee while supporting Tang Hao with her