The outer perimeter hit them two hours before dawn on the third day, automated defenses tearing through the tree line in bursts of raw qi that none of them had time to fully anticipate.
"Down," Wei Liang shouted, throwing himself over Feng Yao as a jagged pulse of energy tore through the space they'd just occupied.
"These aren't guards," Xu said fast, analyzing the pattern. "Constructs. Ancient, built to trigger automatically at intrusion."
Garrow rolled clear of a second blast, coming up fast with his blade already drawn, though there was nothing solid to strike. "How do we fight something we can't see."
"We don't fight it," Bao Chen called out, studying the scorched pattern in the earth. "We disable the trigger mechanism. Yin's constructs from his era relied on buried anchor stones,
