Lines of glowing script hovered between Lin Mu's fingers as he weaved them into the teleportation formation, trying to hijack its control. Around him, several other formation masters assisted, maintaining barriers and redirecting energy flows.
"Need a hand?" Lin Mu asked, already pulling out his Dao Embryo—the Rune-Shaping Brush.
"Of course!" Daoist Chu smiled briefly. "Glad you could make it."
SHUA SHUA SHUA
Lin Mu moved with precision, rapidly drawing complex runes in the air. Each stroke was like a command to the world itself, reshaping the very structure of the formation.
Thousands of symbols bloomed into existence every minute, overlapping and synchronizing with the others'.
Time passed.
Five minutes.
No interruptions came.
But in the distance, the rumble of destruction continued. The thunder of waves. The howling of sword Qi. The cries of the dying.
Lin Mu's techniques were still active—still killing.
