“Tie Niu, hold the heavy artillery,” Lin Mo commanded, his voice cutting through the celebratory noise on the deck. “Cancel all orbital bombardments. Tell the gunners to lock their firing pins.”
Commander Tie Niu blinked, surprised, but lowered his iron staff immediately.
“Hold all cannons!” Tie Niu boomed across the fleet comms. “Cease fire on the foundation! Stand down all macro-batteries!”
Lin Mo leaned over the bronze railing of the Sovereign Aurora, looking down into the smoking chasm where Chu Lingxiao’s sword had cleaved Wall Number One cleanly in half.
Deep inside the fractured bedrock, ten miles beneath the shattered greed-iron ramparts, nine pulsing golden icons flickered in the darkness.
Lin Mo activated [Pure-Heart Eye Lv.10].
A blinding field of divine green-and-gold vision unfurled before his eyes, penetrating three million miles of dense, poisoned earth.
What Lin Mo saw made the blood in his veins turn to ice.
