The thousand-ton Black-Iron Corpse Coffin roared downward like a falling black star.
Ancient silver chains rattled violently against the heavy iron hull, weeping dense clouds of icy necrotic venom into the sky. The sheer gravitational pressure of three hundred feet of meteoric iron compressed the atmosphere into a shrieking vortex, warping the fabric of space directly above the Golden Karma Yacht.
Kunlun-Zi’s cackles echoed through the freezing wind, his bloody teeth bared in psychotic triumph.
“Look upon the doom of your precious valley, mortal parvenu!” Kunlun-Zi shrieked, spraying black bile across the storm clouds. “I forged this sarcophagus three centuries ago from meteoric iron dredged from the Western border trenches! Inside its iron walls lay the desiccated corpses of three thousand fallen foes, their unavenged grudges fueling its crushing weight!”
Beside him, Ancestor Blood-Sea waved his bone staff, cackling with glee. “That coffin has crushed seven mountain monasteries! It has crushed the ancestral halls of twelve sects! No mortal structure under heaven can withstand a thousand tons of condensed necrotic iron!”
Standing on the starboard bridge wing of the Golden Karma Yacht, Lin Mo did not even blink.
He rested his hand on the polished golden railing, his navy-blue silk pajamas fluttering gently in the breeze.
