She ducked under a spectral blade, swinging her spatula to sever the legs of a Yin-Demon. The iron seared through the ghostly flesh, but the demon simply reformed seconds later.
"They don't die!" Ji'an grunted, dodging a barrage of toxic green spirit-fireballs launched by the Cultivator.
"Ahhhh! Look out!" Wuchen screamed from behind a crumbling stone pillar. He threw a chunk of broken masonry in a blind panic.
The rock sailed through the air, completely missing the Yin-Demons. Instead, it struck a seemingly random, unremarkable flagstone on the edge of the courtyard.
CRACK!
The flagstone shattered, breaking a hidden warding rune. The defensive array shielding the Cultivator's altar flickered and dropped by fifty percent.
'Lucky throw,' Ji'an thought wildly, seizing the opening.
She activated her Shadow Step, blurring past the hulking Yin-Demons and launching herself directly at the altar. Her spatula blazed with the heat of a thousand stoves.
