"Germinate!"
The mist of pure blood that Yan Ling had spread reacted violently.
Each particle shone and expanded, instantly forming a dense web of pure and living Blood Qi filaments that filled the space.
It was as if the air itself had become a living, sensitive network, each thread an extension of Yan Ling's senses and will.
Kai, trapped within the web, felt his own blood inside his body begin to churn, responding to the call of the external network.
His intent, strong but less refined, struggled to maintain control. He tried to tear through the threads with bursts of Qi, but they regenerated rapidly, fueled by Yan Ling's catalyst blood and her superior mastery over the very essence of the power.
It was a battle of wills now, fought through the blood inside and outside their bodies.
Kai's face twisted with effort, the muscles in his neck bulging. He was losing ground. The network began to contract, and with it, his control over his own circulation wavered.
