The situation was perilous. Had it been a fellow Seventh Layer of Heaven Realm cultivator from the Talisman Sect, Gu Hai might have hesitated.
But since it was a Taoist from the Middle Three Heavens, Mr. Gu would not be courteous.
With time of the essence, Gu Hai wasted no words. He directly raised his hand, summoning interwoven trails of black ink that transformed into a ritual array, enveloping Chu Kun.
Chu Kun sighed and waved the Breathing Soil Banner. A vast amount of dull-yellow Spirit Light morphed into earth and stone, helping him resist the encroaching ink.
The dull-yellow Spirit Light trembled upon contact with the ink, showing signs of collapse.
Fortunately, the lingering strength of the Breathing Soil Banner continued to replenish, thus aiding Chu Kun in holding his position.
This Scholarly Cultivator's pressure from above and below is indeed pervasive... Chu Kun thought.
