The infant skull on the bone staff screeched, vomiting a dense cloud of emerald spore-wasps.
Each insect was the size of a thumb, equipped with iron-hard jaws and barbed stingers weeping green necro-toxin.
They swarmed toward Lu Chen’s face in a buzzing funnel of death.
Lu Chen held his ground.
He took a single, heavy step forward, planting his left heel into the flat stone slabs.
Within his chest cavity, the Five-Viscera Blood Cauldron flared to maximum output.
His blood heat spiked from seventy-two degrees to eighty degrees flat.
HISSSS.
