Rui Yuying sat cross-legged atop the altar and glowing runes wrapped around her arms and collarbone pulsing slowly.
Zhao Tian and Ji Shuang stood nearby, watching her in silence.
They could feel it too... the seal was on the verge of collapse.
Then, Rui Yuying opened her eyes, taking a deep breath, and the first rune cracked.
A thin line of golden light splintered from her shoulder and faded into the air.
Another rune broke, then another.
One by one, the seals shattered like glass under pressure.
Without warning, the altar beneath her exploded into dust.
Rui Yuying rose into the air, and her entire body was glowing as the runes disintegrated completely.
The wind howled as the sanctum's inner walls shook, then caved inward.
CRACK! CRACK!
Cracks spread across the floor and shot up the surrounding mountains like spiderwebs.
Zhao Tian reacted instantly, flying up beside her, and Ji Shuang followed as they dashed high in the air.
