A Group of Fathers
Editor: Atlas Studios
Chef was the assistant of the plane. Naturally, his powers were limited. The attacks from the other planes became more and more intense.
Yi Qing tightened his grip around his sword and walked forward. Then, his body swayed. The pain in his chest was getting more unbearable as the blood continued to flow out of his body.
"Chef!" Shen Ying exclaimed. "Don't move around. This space is sealing your powers. The more you try to fight it, the greater the impact will be."
Shen Ying instructed him while she tapped away even more quickly at her screen. She was trying to find the gap in the plane. Attacks banged constantly on the layer of protection above her head. With each sound, more and more cracks began to appear on the protective layer. The white light that they were shaded from was seeping in through the cracks.
"Master!" Yi Qing screamed. He pulled the woman in front of him into his arms, so that the white beams hit him instead of her.