Fifteen thousand units of tightly packed deep-sea malice tore through the Asura Crucible like a river of black liquid silver.
The underground cave trembled.
Beneath Lu Chen’s cross-legged stance, the glass-fused dark rock floor sizzled at three hundred and fifty degrees. It smoked with white vapors of melted quartz.
Inside his lower belly, the three blood-fire cores of the Nine Revolutions Blood Embryo spun wildly against one another.
Their counter-rotating orbits wobbled with terrifying eccentricity.
Every heartbeat felt like a bronze battering ram striking the inner wall of his chest muscle.
Test counts flashed across the dark inside of his skull.
If he tried to vent fifteen thousand units of raw flat malice into the stone, the explosive heat-powered backfire would burn up his main thigh blood vessels and turn to steam both legs at the hip.
