The relics hummed in unison, their power surging into Yun Lintian, amplifying his control over the Law of Order. He felt a surge of energy course through his veins, invigorating his body and sharpening his mind.
With renewed vigor, he accelerated his efforts, his hands moving with blinding speed. He sealed the cracks, reinforced the weakened areas, and strengthened the wall's defenses.
The crimson surface shimmered with renewed vitality, pushing back against the relentless assault from the other side.
But the attacks continued, each one more powerful than the last. The wall groaned under the strain, its surface rippling with each impact. Yun Lintian felt the pressure mounting, his energy reserves dwindling.
Just as he was about to reach his limit, a chilling presence emerged from one of the cracks. A grotesque hand, gnarled and skeletal, reached through the opening, its claws dripping with viscous, purple liquid.
