A massive, vine-wrapped Dyshanti brute lunged at him. Mu Wuyan foregoes casting another spell. He channeled his Void Refinement aura into his physical body, hardening his skin until it shone like an amethyst.
"Scram!"
He delivered a roundhouse kick that shattered the sonic barrier.
CRACK!
The creature's torso exploded, vines and black ichor spraying across the deck. Physical force worked. But the effort cost him. To maintain that level of physical enhancement without projecting qi required immense concentration and consumption of his reserves.
"Grand Elder! The ship! It's… it's being rooted!"
Mu Wuyan looked down. The massive tendrils from the crater below had shot up like colossal spears of flesh. They wrapped around the hull of the ship construct, their thorns piercing the metal. The ship groaned, its anti-gravity arrays failing as the Anchor began to drag it down.
