"The bio-wave signal has been cut off," Lu Wenquan said, his speech quickening. "They're acting on instinct now, so the threat is greatly reduced. Xu Wuyi, you have one hundred and fifteen seconds."
"That's enough."
Xu Wuyi moved.
He used Quicksand Step, his form streaking across the ground like a dark golden stream of light, heading straight for the position directly above the nest that Lu Wenquan had marked.
At a distance of fifty meters, he brought his hands together in front of his chest without letting them touch.
The phantom of a great, dark golden marsh appeared behind him, and a two-meter-wide Returning Ruins Seal rapidly took form. The Seal Platform was archaic and heavy, with a flat bottom and the faint outline of a Golden Crow visible on top, naturally exuding an oppressive Intention.
"Returning Ruins Seal: Space Suppression."
The Seal Platform didn't crash down. Instead, it hovered in mid-air, slowly rotating.
