The hundred-foot blood-red skull hovered over the eighty-eighth floor terrace, churning with sickly purple lightning, toxic grease, and thick black smoke.
Its hollow eye sockets burned with ghostly emerald fire. Screams of trapped demonic spirits echoed off the concrete, shaking the reinforced glass panels of the conservatory until hairline cracks webbed across the surface.
Down on the lower floors of the skyscraper, the air grew freezing cold. The seventy security guards stationed around the building perimeter could feel the suffocating demonic pressure pressing against their chests like heavy stones. Several young guards gripped their shock-batons with white knuckles, their breath misting in the sudden supernatural chill.
Ghost-Crow and Blood-Viper knelt on the wet marble, their skin shriveling rapidly as they burned thirty years of their lifespan essence. Their cheeks sank into hollow hollows, and their black hair turned as brittle as dry winter grass.
“Burn!” Ghost-Crow shrieked through blood-soaked teeth. “Burn into ash! No mortal Grandmaster can block the Nine-Heavens Blood-Skull Formation! Die with us, Lin Mo! Die with everyone in this tower! When this array bursts, forty tons of cursed blood will level this entire district!”
Chu Lingxiao stepped forward, her hand moving toward the hilt of the Frost-Moon Sword. Her brow furrowed slightly as she prepared to unleash the full mountain-splitting frost domain of Mount Qingcheng.
