A Friend's Troubles

The skies were colored with explosions of all types and sorts. Colors washed over the horizon as the enemy forces desperately tried to break through the formation that was protecting the planet. Though eventually, they can break it, it will take them an ungodly amount of effort and Qi to do so. Because as long as the planet was supplementing the formation with Qi, the formation was gonna stand.

The sounds of explosions were like thunderclaps in a summer day, strange and uncommon, frightening to the mortals and animals alike, but for the cultivators, a reminder that an enemy was standing at their doors.

And while the enemy was trying to force their way through the main door, I was standing guard on the backdoor.

More cultivators came down this barren area, and never managed to go back.