Hope springs eternal in the face of despair.
Tianjizi and Moyu refused to yield an inch to each other. The surrounding air seemed to crackle and ignite, popping like dry firewood in a fire, creating a breathless tension as if an invisible pair of hands were tightly gripping everyone's throats.
Lu Yao and the others stood by anxiously like ants on a hot pan. Not knowing what to do, they could only fret and pace back and forth, their footsteps producing a soft friction against the ground.
Chapter 17