The limestone foundations of the Hundred Blossom Bastion groaned. Ancient support pillars snapped under total heat stress.
Animal fat fires from the breached underground fuel vats fed hungrily upon deep sulfur deposits.
Torrents of chemical fire raced upward through the upright air-flow shafts in howling vortexes of cobalt flame.
Lu Chen moved through the collapsing halls with terrifying, zero-drag speed.
With thirty-six awakened Asura channels circulating seventy-degree high-pressure power through his limbs, his body-leverage forward thrust was easy.
Each stride propelled him five paces across buckling flat stone slabs and falling timber beams.
The air in the mountain shafts was thick with choking carbon monoxide and boiled away lead.
Ordinary men would have suffered asphyxiation and lung blisters within three breaths.
