“If I can’t have this mine, nobody leaves alive!” Warden Xiong Ba roared, his eyes bulging with bloodshot madness.
The scarred brute threw his entire massive weight forward. His heavy iron gauntlet dove straight toward the crimson crystal sphere atop the Blood-Magma Detonation Pillar.
A single press of that crystal would shatter the subterranean containment seals. Ten billion tons of pressurized molten magma would erupt from the planetary mantle, burying the cavern and everyone inside beneath a sea of fire.
Warden Xiong’s fingertips were barely three inches from the glowing surface.
SHING!
A whisper of cold azure light flashed across the terrace.
The movement was so blindingly fast that the air did not even whistle.
Chu Lingxiao appeared beside the detonation pillar like a drift of mountain snow. Her Rank 7 Early Sword Intent expanded in a razor-thin circle, cutting through the spatial fabric with absolute, surgical precision. Her slender blade was already returning to its scabbard with a crisp, clean click.
