The Immortal Sect's Desperate Charge
Elder Zhou Yifei led the vanguard of Immortal Sect disciples through the chaos, her Late Nascent Soul cultivation blazing like a beacon as she tried to maintain formation cohesion.
Behind her, three dozen of the sect's finest warriors struggled to keep pace, their pristine white robes already singed and torn from the ambient energy discharges.
"Hold formation!" she screamed over the howling winds. "Remember—we're here to extract Elder Feng, not engage whatever monster caused this!"
But even as the words left her lips, another wave of spatial distortions rippled outward from the mountain peak. Two of her disciples simply... ceased. Not vaporized, not torn apart—they stepped into a fold in space and were gone, their screams cut off mid-breath.
