The ultimatum roared across the valley like the grinding of tectonic plates.
The suffocating necrotic aura of five Half-Step Golden Core monsters bore down upon the earth. The ancient pine trees along the ridges snapped like dry twigs under the sheer gravitational weight of their corpse-qi. Cracks raced across the granite cliff walls, dislodging boulders that tumbled into the outer ravines.
High in the swirling crimson clouds, Ancestor Kunlun-Zi hovered with his arms outstretched.
His rotted burial shrouds flapped violently in the gale. The red pinpricks of fire in his eye sockets blazed with absolute, predatory arrogance. Behind him, the four other ancient fiends cackled, their hollow ribcages vibrating with bloodlust.
“Ten!” Kunlun-Zi counted down, his raspy voice shaking the glass windows across the five hundred employee villas.
Inside the residential sector, the lights flared on.
Yet, there were no screams of helpless terror.
Down on the pathway of the agricultural sector, Han Shan strode out from his experimental greenhouse. He carried a heavy spirit-fertilizer hoe across his broad shoulder, his dark brow furrowed in deep annoyance.
