The descent of the Celestial Moon-Wolf King was like a falling piece of the midnight sky.
Silhouetted against the blood-silver crescent moon, Xiao Hei’s twelve-arm-length body plunged through the freezing void. His silver star-pattern runes blazed with blinding sky radiance, channeling hundreds of thousands of spiritual ergs into his right fore-paw. Surging around his dropping claws was a crescent-shaped scythe of pure, tightly packed lunar star-fire—the legendary Lunar Eclipse Shockwave, capable of cleaving an iron hill from peak to base.
Down on the black glass floor, the gale-force pressure preceding the strike pushed down like an invisible granite ceiling, threatening to flatten the challengers where they stood.
Outside the Pagoda, across twelve thousand four hundred water-mirrors in taverns, palaces, and public squares, ninety-two million people stopped breathing.
In the southern city of Jiangnan, within the Drunken Willow Pavilion, a merchant’s hand froze halfway to his lips, his ale spilling onto his sleeve unheeded. In Solaris, Crown Prince Zhao Lie leaned over the palace stone railing, his fingernails biting into the marble.
Every soul in the mortal realm believed the run was over. No mortal foundation could withstand the dropping wrath of a True Sovereign Beast.
Yet at the center of the black glass tiered arena, Yan Zixuan didn’t retreat.
