[Fighting fire with fire]

Han Wanran let a curse slip past his lips, his knees buckled under pressure of Zhōngguó's doing. The water disk under him rippled, as it withstood the pressure. Han Wanran furrowed his brows, as his concentration was slipping slowly. His eyes flickered towards Zhi Ruo, who stood with her arms outstretched towards his direction.

"Alright." Zhi Ruo replied, she nodded slowly, but mostly to herself. "I'll do something about it since I don't like it." She continued. Her fingers curled into a fist. And slowly, Han Wanran felt the gravity increased. He felt like he was being suffocated by nothing, the panic in his eyes was palpable.

With pale lips, and almost blank eyes. Han Wanran managed to raise his hand, though he was struggling, the water disk under him didn't break down like Zhi Ruo wanted to, merely rippled. With his arms outstretched like Zhi Ruo's, a word slipped past Han Wanran's lips.

"Fold." Was the word that he managed to utter. And without warning. Two walls rose from beside