Lu Chen knelt on one knee in the smoking center of the crater.
His vision blurred into monochromatic white.
His internal blood heat was registering at one hundred and eighteen point five degrees.
The backup melted rock waste-veins across his radius, forearm bone, and collar bones strained under extreme sideways tearing force.
Micro-fractures spiderwebbed along the hardened channels, leaking pinpricks of pure Yang star-fire into surrounding muscle tissue.
Phantom agony syndrome hammered his brain cortex—the violent nerve recoil of forcing mortal living hardware past design limits.
Hearing hallucinations surged through his skull.
He heard the phantom shrieks of mortals whose livers had been harvested by the Hundred Blossom Sect.
