"How is it possible? What holds the barriers? Where does it get so much energy?" Nuwa turned to ask Kenneth, the only one with a chance to understand the situation.
"I believe... they are connected to the sect's vaults..." Kenneth whispered in despair. He knew that after today, even if the sect survived, he would practically become a slave for the sect to make up for its losses.
"NO!" Nuwa shook with anger, wishing she could kill the damn pests a thousand times over. It was the sect's legacy and future. They relied on the wealth accumulated over thousands of years to maintain their activities despite losing their spot as a great sect, but now every strike burned their resources.
However, they had to strike! The only other option was watching everyone die!
