So, This is War

"How is this barrier so powerful?" The Yin Ghost stared in a fluster, watching the two Demons beside it slam attacks onto the barrier unceasingly. 

It was unable to endure this sense of suspense, watching its Lord within the barrier, causally sleeping, at times scratching itself. 

It tried to communicate, but noticed through its exceptional senses that it was impossible. For mysterious reasons, it seemed that its Lord was cut off from the world. "That makes sense why I haven't been able to feel anything from my Lord even though I could feel his presence within the Imperial Palace."

"This is taking too much time," it muttered, firming itself as it siphoned out a lot of ghost fires from its body and condensed it on its palm, turning it purple as it placed it on the barrier, instantly causing countless ripples to form on it.