Before Wen Meng's mechanical puppet beasts could reach A Shui, they were hurled away and crushed against the mountainside, reverting to pellets.
"The fourth realm?!"
Wen Meng cried out, then beckoned with one hand, drawing the three pellets back into her palm.
At the sight, the Middle-Aged Daoist's sleeves billowed. He swept his fly whisk from side to side, and a sweet fragrance immediately filled the air.
The young Daoist pointed several times toward his allies. True qi flowed out, counteracting the sweet fragrance and keeping it from affecting them.
"Compassion throughout the great world, let all hear my Buddha, Yelü's sacred chant, the west thus manifests..."
The monk pressed his palms together, compassion appearing on his face. At first, his voice was still audible, but after the fourth line, the sound transformed into a whirlwind that bored toward A Shui's ears.
Meanwhile, Wu Jun stood in front of the others, loudly reciting poems and short rhapsodies as a lustrous glow emerged over his body.
Unlike Gao Yan's, Wu Jun's protective poetry favored defending himself rather than an entire area, which was why he alone stood before the others.
Yet none of their attacks had any effect.
"Hhh..."
A Shui exhaled in a torrent and inhaled like a rainbow spanning the sky. All the sweet fragrance was drawn into his mouth and nose, yet his body did not move.
The monk's Buddhist chant pierced his ears but achieved nothing. A Shui merely shook his head once, showing no other reaction.
"You humans slaughtered my father and mother. All thirty-six of my kin were devoured by bloody mouths, accompanied by merry songs and laughter, strong liquor and bonfires. What a joyous time you had!"
A Shui's voice rang out, calm yet filled with hatred. Then several pillars of light suddenly shot