The first slab of rock stopped in midair.
Then came the second, and the third.
A silver boundary spread outward along the mountainside, pinning the fractured rock layers back into place one by one. Tens of thousands of tons of mountain pressed against the invisible space. Cracking sounds rose constantly from beneath Bai Jin's feet, and the light of his nine Soul Rings began to waver.
"I can only hold it for fifteen minutes!"
His voice rang across Dragon Mountain.
"If you want to live, get moving! Standing around isn't a last wish!"
Beyond the boundary, a formation platform broke free completely and slid toward a ravine with dozens of unconscious disciples aboard. Bai Jin glanced over, and silver space formed a slope above the ravine. The platform struck it, changed course, and slid slowly along the cliff wall to level ground.
That moment of distraction sent the pressure overhead surging. Bai Jin bent his knees slightly, his soles sinking into the rock. A faint taste of blood rose in his nose. He wiped at it, found his fingertips clean, and felt a little better.
"Not bad. My image is intact."
Qian Renxue reacted first.
Her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul Avatar unfurled behind her, and golden holy light poured into the fissure-riddled valley. She did not try to lift the entire mountain. Instead, she shaped the light into clear paths, illuminating the exits that had yet to collapse.
"All Deacons, listen up! Rescue the buried first, then take the wounded down the mountain!"
Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo each guarded a Rift Valley. Chrysanthemum Douluo spread petals to catch falling stones, while Ghost Douluo slipped into the mountain's shadows and brought out those trapped in caves.
The Soul Masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still hesitated.
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