The flooded stone corridor descended deep beneath the swamp bed, its walls constructed from polished basalt slabs that wept green, acidic moisture.
Ye Chen walked through knee deep water, his boots making heavy splashes that echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
A hidden pressure plate clicked beneath his heel, triggering a barrage of thirty poisoned iron arrows that shot from the stone wall.
Ye Chen did not draw his broadsword.
He thrust his bare left palm sideways, unleashing a short burst of kinetic compression that created a dense air cushion beside his shoulder.
CRACK!
The poisoned arrows snapped in mid air under the force of the compressed air, falling harmlessly into the dark water as splintered wood.
Twenty paces further down the hall, three eight foot tall bone constructs animate
