The freezing black blade of Blood-Hand Scar’s bone-cleaver cut through the midnight blizzard with a shrill, whistling shriek.
It was less than six inches from Grandma Chen’s white hair.
Captain Zhou tried to throw his injured body forward, but his shattered knee collapsed in the slush. Xiao Liu and eleven soot-blackened firefighters raised their axes and crowbars, roaring with hopeless, desperate fury as they lunged into the killing zone.
They were mortal men who had spent their lives fighting ordinary fires. Against a Rank 4 Early Qi Gathering butcher refined in cemetery corpse-flames, their steel tools were nothing more than dry toothpicks.
Blood-Hand Scar’s yellow eyes gleamed with psychotic triumph. “Die, all of you! Turn into ash for my furnace!”
At that exact millisecond, the dark winter sky above the Sixth Ring highway tore completely in two.
BOOOOOOOM!
A hundred-meter pillar of celestial golden light crashed down from the heavens. It shattered the freezing chemical smog and dense blizzard clouds like brittle black glass. It slammed down onto the icy concrete overpass with the roaring sound of ancient thunder rolling across mountain peaks.
