The air around the sect's core gates thickened as the seven Shadowclaw elders descended in unison. Their combined auras blanketed the area, distorting spiritual qi into violent eddies.
Shi Song's expression grew graver than stone. His golden disk pulsed weakly, its threads barely holding under the crushing pressure. Ji Qing's breathing was ragged, her ghostly qi flickering like dying embers.
Elder Zhuo chuckled, "Shi Song… I have long heard of the famed Golden Meridian Defense. Seeing it today, I must admit, it lives up to its name. But unfortunately for you…" He flicked his fingers, and the seven black daggers orbiting him turned into streaks of pitch light, each one splitting into three phantoms midair. "Even the strongest defense cannot hold against a flood."
Shi Song's brows twitched. His sleeve swept forward, sending three golden talismans spinning into the air. The talismans burst with a flash, transforming into shimmering barriers that overlapped the net, reinforcing it.
