A Losing Battle

Alex didn't know why the sect master was alive, nor did he care. The man had done enough to warrant death and Alex was ready to deliver that judgment. Of course, he knew he alone would not be able to win this battle, so he needed help to fight this man. 

Teng Zhengmian scoffed. "We'll see what you can do."

Formations sprang up all around them at once, with even the space being contorted and impossible to escape out of. He threw his long interlocking metal chain in Alex's direction at the same time, the whole thing glowing with golden energy as it zoomed in his direction.

Alex's shield appeared at the same time, blocking the attack from the man. In a single strike, the shield lost a large chunk of the Qi within it. A few more attacks and it would be useless.

"Dammit! This man is in the mid to upper Immortal Spirit range," Alex said internally. "Godslayer, I'll be needing your aid."