"Can't stop it!" Bei Yun shouted.
If they used poison to attack, the poison would just be swallowed up by the black mass—completely useless.
If they used weapons to attack, even Bei Lingsu's White Silk Blade had broken; anything else wouldn't stand a chance either.
Unless it was a bomb.
"Your Highness Wei King, hurry up and use the bombs!" he said again. His tone sounded quite forceful, but it lacked any real urgency.
He wasn't genuinely anxious—the safety of Daqi's eighty thousand soldiers had nothing to do with him. If he couldn't fight it, he could always run.
However, he wouldn't run unless absolutely necessary. This was something tougher than even bombs, something he wanted to destroy and carefully study afterward.
As Bei Yun was calculating in his mind, Yang Ye, standing on the other side, finally spoke. "To my tent!"
