The sky groaned under the impossible weight of the descending grinding wheel.
One thousand meters of compressed death-energy spun like a celestial saw blade, shedding black lightning, jagged rime ice, boiling magma, and corrosive green venom. The sheer atmospheric pressure crushed three watchtowers on the outer trench, sending stone bricks flying into the river.
“Die, you miserable vermin!” Ancestor Jade-Bone roared from above, his skeletal hands channeling three centuries of corpse-qi into the wheel’s hub. “Erase them from the face of this continent!”
The Five-Element Extinction Grinding Wheel had a bloody history across the Nine Prefectures.
Four hundred years ago, during the Antiquity Blood Wars, the predecessors of the five sects had used this exact formation to grind three mortal kingdoms into dust. Not a single stone had remained standing. The lingering death-miasma had poisoned the soil for two centuries.
Now, the five ancient monsters were unleashing that exact same apocalyptic horror upon Taichu Sanctuary City.
And their target was not the central palace.
It was Grandma Chen’s soup canteen on the northern ramparts.
