I Wonder If My Rings Will Be Enough

With extreme difficulty, Edmund, Roley, and the rest of the spiritual cultivators directed ninety-five percent of their concentration into moving the spatial platform away from the beach, while keeping it stable.

Various airborne chief level monsters dashed toward it, trying to single out the various spiritual cultivators in the group and take them out swiftly, but whenever they came too close to the platform, they would be rapidly shot down by the thousands of chief level warriors.

Right underneath the platform, hundreds of large shadows could be seen moving in the stirred and murky waters.

"How long can you keep us suspended in the air?" Asked the Strongest of Warriors to an extremely focused Edmund, which was currently sitting in the lotus position, and with his eyes closed.

The Chief Hunter quickly approached the old man, and pinched his grey skin. She then said "Leave him alone.. He needs to concentrate."