The Abbot began chanting, and from his body radiated golden ripples that spread like waves upon a still pond. Each ripple dissolved the Baleful Qi it touched, clearing a path for the others to fight. The Hollows recoiled from the light, their movements sluggish for a moment.
The Emperor of the Darkhan Dynasty followed up immediately.
He thrust his spear forward, releasing a torrent of golden lightning that pierced the air like a divine judgment. The lightning struck a Hollow straight through the chest, blasting a hole the size of a wagon. The creature fell backward, its armor cracking. But as it hit the ground, its broken pieces began to reassemble.
"Damn it," the Emperor hissed, his grip tightening. "Even my strikes are not permanent!"
Lin Mu's eyes darted across the battlefield.
