The first tentacle struck with the speed of an artillery shell.
WHIP-CRACK.
It didn’t make the whistling sound of displaced air. In the near-empty pocket of the core chamber, sound moved only through stone and flesh.
The tentacle was forty feet thick, braided from stone-hard void-sinew and negative-heat frost, cold enough to freeze light.
It slammed directly into the thirty-pace outer edge of Lu Chen’s Event-Horizon Singularity Shell.
BOOOOOM.
The impact produced a blinding flash of sight distortion.
The Tier 7 defensive barrier didn’t yield. The dense gravity curve warped the flight path of the massive appendage. It caught its four-thousand-ton moving vector in a curved sling.
