Above Galactic Wall Street, the sky turned into a churning ocean of pitch-black sludge and emerald-green corpse acid.
Bead Number Four, the Poison-Vexing Bead, hissed like a million dying serpents.
It had been refined by Ancestor Du Gu over forty millennia, using toxic dark-matter venom harvested from five thousand plague-ravaged planets.
Beside it plunged Bead Number Five, the Corpse-Rot Pill Star.
It was Ancestor Xue Qidan’s masterpiece, boiled from the decomposed essence of ancient demonic battlefields and sacrificial bone cauldrons.
The two three-hundred-mile spheres plunged side by side through the upper clouds, their gravitational fields dragging a wake of corrosive death.
Where their vapor touched the atmosphere, passing meteors melted into smoking black grease.
Clouds dissolved into foul green puddles, and dark-matter acid sizzled violently against the outer protective barriers of the financial district.
