"You don't, you don't, Wei Ying that is the magic speaking," Lan Zhan pleads, pressing his hands against the barrier as if sheer will could do something his magic could not achieve.

The air crackles around them, another lightening bolt forming closer before crashing to the earth close enough to make Lan Zhan's skin crawl.

"You're going to kill us both, Wei Ying! Look at me. Just look at me."