The six dropping limbs tore through the underground air at four times the speed of sound.
BOOOOOM!
The bone-shaking sky wave alone cracked the twenty-mile cave ceiling.
Slabs of diamond strata weighing tens of thousands of tons plummeted from the heights, pulverizing into clouds of rainbow-bright dust before they could even hit the lake.
Each of the titan’s limbs was forged from the compacted bones of ancient ghouls. It was bound by stygian frost and the unpurged malice of ten thousand dynastic massacres.
As they struck, the air died.
Lu Chen didn’t leap away.
There was nowhere to leap. The six limbs covered three hundred paces of airspace, sealing off every vector of escape with crushing gravity thickness.
