Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
As the thudding spread, the runes on the hall floor brightened by a degree. That silver-white ring of light also expanded outward by half an inch.
Su Wanwan stared wide-eyed at the scene—she really was repairing the seal.
Her cultivation was filling in the crack Yuehua had left behind, every minute, every second.
She wanted to be happy about it, but there was no time.
Because outside the ring of light, those black things had begun to attack.
The first wave came suddenly and violently. The largest clump of black mist abruptly contracted from thirty feet beyond the ring, then shot over like a cannonball and slammed into the silver-white wall of light. The wall flashed violently, and the black mist was bounced back. It gathered again outside the ring, a third smaller than before, but it soon absorbed new power from the surrounding mist and slowly recovered.
Chu Yang stood at the edge of the ring, watching this, his gaze darkening.
"They can't break through the ring?" he asked.
Bai Xi's voice came in from some unknown place, as if through a thick layer of water. "They can't. But the ring will be drained. Every impact will consume Moon Heart's energy. What you need to do is stop those things before the ring is drained—before Moon Heart's energy is used to maintain the seal instead of defend it."
"How do we stop them?" Sun Wukong had already walked to the edge of the ring, the Golden Staff held horizontally before him.
"Go in and stop them," Bai Xi said. "Stand outside the ring and scatter those things before they crash into it."
Sun Wukong glanced at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang nodded.
Without another word, Sun Wukong stepped out of the ring.
The air outside the ring