The roar that ripped from Nether-Emperor Yanluo’s nine throats tore the air into screaming ribbons.
From the cavernous breach of the five-hundred-foot gates, the deep pit exhaled.
It wasn’t a gust of wind.
It was the Nine Nether Glacial Torrent.
A tidal wave of solid, black-veined Nether-ice erupted from the yawning threshold, standing one hundred feet tall and stretching three hundred paces from flank to flank.
Twenty million cubic feet of ancient frozen ground, tightly packed at negative one hundred and fifty degrees, surged forward across the dark rock arena at eighty miles per hour.
Where the front edge of the glacier ground against the bedrock, the stone didn’t crack—it shattered into talcum-fine dust under twenty thousand tons of high-pressure driving force.
The air preceding the ice-slow wall dropped to total zero.
