"One quarter of an hour. I'll give you just one quarter of an hour. In a quarter of an hour, even if I don't intervene, the heavenly thunder will strike down!" Black Impermanence was torn between covering for his colleague and establishing a friendly rapport with a generous Daoist due to the offerings he had received.
A quarter of an hour would suffice!
Faster, even faster! Ji Jing heard Black Impermanence's words and, while she felt a sigh of relief, her hand continued to slash at a fast pace. The incantations she was using weakened her, and the bright lights of her array were dimming. It wouldn't be long before she couldn't maintain it any longer, but her formation was not yet complete!
"I'll help you!" Suddenly, Ji Jing heard He Xin's voice, and four paper figurines emerged from the house, surrounding her on all sides.
In the sky, thunder boomed.
Three strokes... two strokes... one final stroke!
