"It's quite sturdy."
Aleister remarked with some surprise, "What a piano wire trap..."
Aiwass shook his head, "No, not quite... Nearly a quarter have already been broken. Their energy level is too low; it's completely broken by physical impact. In a fight of equal level, these could only entangle a few times, at most."
"So... research failure?"
"I'll try something else."
While Aiwass and Aleister were chatting, the Sons of the Moon, who dared not approach, shot magical bullets at them.
This was a probing shot—but it was clear that their accuracy was not very good. About twenty magic bullets came towards them, but even if Aiwass and Aleister didn't dodge, only five or six would hit. The rest missed completely—or one could say they were blocking movement.
Without even moving his fingers, Aiwass conjured a wall of Blood Qi in front of him. The blood sphere beside him immediately halved in volume.
