The moment the sigils ignited, the world constricted.
The jade platform glowed with blinding gold as the ancient execution formation awakened, rings of light spiraling outward from beneath the prisoners' feet. The air warbled, humming with the sound of souls trembling.
Li Wei moved.
Not as a man, but as a streak of emerald thunder splitting the plaza.
His feet struck the tiles before the glow reached its peak. Emerald qi wildly burst outward from his core in a violent pulse, distorting the air like heat against metal.
BOOM—!
He slammed his palm into the outer edge of the golden ring. The array shrieked in protest, pulsating like a feral beast resisting capture. Arcs of golden lightning whipped out, lashing at him in retaliation.
Pain exploded up his arms causing his skin tear, blood misted as the young master simply refused to falter. "Tch…" he hissed under his breath. "An imperial-grade suppression array… This old man prepared well."
