While Xuan’s party was working against the clock to get in touch with all the powers for the Buddha statue, the countdown for the next wave of Yellow Turbans were looming near. The first group contained barely any combat strength aside from Zheng. This was decided during the split since he was the strongest member of the team. Imhotep could count as strength but his abilities were mostly effective against living organisms and ineffective against spiritual beings like the Yellow Turban. Furthermore, spiritual and magical attacks could break through his defense. The Yellow Turbans were the bane of his existence. The only outcome that awaited the group if Zheng wouldn’t wake up before the Yellow Turbans came was a wipe.
“Is this really going to work? They said the time in the dream has gotten faster but the only thing I see is Zheng frowning more frequently. Why isn’t he waking up after so long?” Jonathan asked.
