With the final reverse barb disengaged from the blood collar, the nine-foot dragon-bone stake began to slide upward through the glowing crevice.
Lin Xiao’s eight micro-tendrils retracted in seamless exact timing. He pulled the blackened ancient object out along the calculated counter-spinning vector. The weapon cleared the living stone tissue of the Earth-Core Giant beast. Then, a sudden, violent reaction erupted from the ancient necromancy bound within its shaft.
Denied its leech-like host, the bone-stake went berserk.
A chorus of shrill, ear-splitting shrieks echoed from the marrow of the bone. The tormented cries of hundreds of demonic wraiths bound into the weapon by the Ghost King Sect thirty thousand years ago. A boiling cloud of dark purple rotting foul fog flared from the reverse barbs, hissing and spitting against the fiery air. At the same time, the bloated Tier-5 Demonic Corpse-Leech coiled around the base began to thrash wildly, spraying streams of freezing corpse-rot venom into the air in a desperate try to curse its surroundings and drag everything within a hundred yards into the freezing deep pit of death!
High on the distant dark rock ledge, Tie Shan flinched, instinctively raising his meteor-iron hammer to shield Land-mapper Lu-Lu. “Watch out! The curse is exploding! If that rotting rot touches the magma lake, it will foul the entire underground basin with corpse-poison!”
