Farther ahead, aboard the Never-Ending Steam Train, more Sequence Transcendents struck at once.
There were magic attacks as dazzling as stage effects, from Zou Wei of the Magician Sequence;
there were transparent fishing lines reaching out of the void, sharp as blades, winding around the fingers of the enormous skeletal hand;
and there were seven or eight other ripples of attacks whose origins Yang Yong could not recognize at all.
Several of them were clearly powerful enough to belong to Sequence Three and Sequence Four beings!
Ranked as high as Sequence Fifteen, the Never-Ending Steam Train revealed the full depth of its reserves at that moment.
All the attacks poured down on the enormous skeletal hand like a torrential rain.
Light exploded, swallowing the hand completely.
The violent explosions seemed to shake the entire Ghost Domain.
The shock waves overturned the bone fragments on the ground, whipping up a ghastly white hurricane.
Yang Yong's heart gave a violent leap, and a hot surge rose into his throat...
There was hope!
He stared fixedly at the swelling mass of light, calculating rapidly:
With so many people attacking together, including Sequence Threes and Sequence Fours, even if they couldn't shatter this hand, they should at least blast it back a little, right?
This time, he shouldn't have to use the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring, right?
But...
The next second.
The hopeful expression on his face was abruptly torn apart, as if by an invisible hand.
The light faded.
The hand was still the same hand.
The bones were still the same bones.
The eerie glimmer flickering over them had not wavered in the slightest.
It was as though the concentrated barrage that could have leveled a mountain had been nothing more than an insignificant breeze.
Nothing shattered.
Nothing cracked.
There