The air whistled as six twenty-foot shafts of black ice-slow steel dropped from the underground dark.
Nether-Emperor Yanluo struck with all six of his huge arms at the same time.
Each Netherfrost trident weighed four thousand pounds, forged from tightly packed ice-veins mined beneath the floor of the Netherworld.
The six barbed tridents tore through the air at three hundred paces per second. It dragged howling ribbons of minus-one-hundred-and-fifty-degree vapor in their wake.
Their paths came together with terrifying sharp-angled care.
Two aimed for Lu Chen’s skull.
Two leveled at his chest bone.
Two drove low toward his main thigh blood vessels.
