The weight of the formation pressed down on the two elders like a mountain that refused to move. For a long breath, they lay there stunned, their arms shaking and their faces twisted in disbelief. The air around them trembled with the silent hum of the runes spinning above, their glow deepening like a heartbeat in the sky.
Wei Ji stood still at the center of it all, calm and quiet, his eyes sharp and focused. He looked like someone simply watching clouds drift by, but the power that radiated around him made the air feel heavy enough to choke.
The demonic elder gritted his teeth so hard that blood slipped through the cracks in his lips. His voice shook with rage. "Boy, you do not understand what you are provoking. You think this formation can hold us forever?"
The sword elder spat out a clump of dirt and tried to lift his head. "You are insane. If we die, you die with us. Our sects will burn everything you ever loved."
