The warriors froze mid-step, their faces draining of color.
One of them tried to strike at the Devil's Den again, but the vines regenerated faster than he could swing his weapon. Panic spread like fire among them.
Jin, Wen, and Lin stepped back, staring at the sealed wall in disbelief. Their strongest attacks — the same techniques that could crush boulders and cut through metal — had done nothing.
"This… this isn't the same Devil's Den," Wen said, his voice low and hoarse. "It's stronger. Much stronger. I… I thought I could cut down those damn tree devils without breaking a sweat now that I've become an Argent artist. I… I could never have imagined…"
Wen's fear-filled eyes darted toward Aksai before he could finish his sentence. A pang of regret crept into his mind, even though Aksai had not made a single move against any of them.
