Wei Long raised both hands.
The gate pulsed. Energy poured out of the opening. Not white fire. Not extraction energy. Something black. Something that ate light.
"Nine minutes," Wei Long said.
Xin moved.
White fire from the Chorus. Thirty-two sources. Direct hit to Wei Long's chest.
Wei Long did not move.
The black energy around him absorbed the white fire. Drank it. Used it.
"Longwei's fire," Wei Long said. "I have been absorbing extraction energy for sixty years. Your little flames mean nothing."
Shen Bao attacked from the side.
His sword hit Wei Long's black energy shield. The blade stopped. Then it cracked. Then it shattered.
Shen Bao jumped back. His face was shocked.
"That sword was Wolf Clan steel," he said.
"Your clan worked for me once," Wei Long said. "Three hundred ye
