The iron-scale tail ripped through the hall with the scream of a falling siege tower.
Forty feet of coiled rotting sinew and linked iron plates displaced hundreds of cubic paces of air in a split second.
A empty pocket wake followed its arc, sucking shattered roof tiles, glowing charcoal embers, and torn royal banners into a screaming vortex of debris.
The sonic boom slammed against the leftover nanmu columns before the physical tail even arrived.
To ordinary mortal eyes, it wasn’t an attack. It was a nearby avalanche.
Lu Chen didn’t try to leap backward.
His test counts completed in less than four split seconds.
On the animal fat-slicked, fractured marble floor, an evasive leap would compromise his clockwork footing.
