Another barrage came. Smaller rocks, sharp as blades, pelting toward them like hail. Lu Cang became a whirlwind, his sword a blur of defensive strikes. Clang. Clang. Spang! He knocked them aside, each impact jarring his wounded body, but he didn't let a single one through.
The storm's pressure intensified. The bubble shrank slightly, the opalescent light growing dim. Lin Tian's knees trembled. It was like holding up a collapsing ceiling with his mind alone. The chaotic energy wasn't just attacking, it was probing, searching for the slightest flaw in the harmonic resonance.
He felt a spike of fatigue from Xueya, a flicker of doubt from Su Lan. The bubble wavered.
No. He poured more of himself into the bond, not as a demand, but as a reinforcement. I am here. We are here. The thought pulsed down the links, pure and simple.
The spike smoothed. The flicker steadied. The bubble solidified, pushing back against the storm.
