The air pressure within the Sky Typhoon Deep gap collapsed with the sudden violence of a falling mountain.
High above the sea of churning thunderclouds, Da Peng spread his wings to their fullest extent. Thirty meters of burnished golden plumage caught the flickering violet auroras, throwing sharp, sharp-angled shadows across the twelve floating dark rock pillars. The air didn’t merely move around the huge raptor. It warped, forming visible ripples of sight distortion as the raptor sovereign channeled the pure elemental laws of the upper stratosphere.
“Let’s see if your spirit can remain whole when the breath of heaven shears bone from sinew!” Da Peng’s voice rang through the spatial chamber like the clashing of bronze cymbals.
The golden roc tilted his main feathers twelve degrees downward.
A series of high-hum shrieks tore through the deep gap as the air tightly packed into four distinct hypersonic wind shear planes. These were not blunt gusts of wind. They were razor-thin ribbons of condensed sky force moving at speeds exceeding four hundred li per hour. Each shear plane sliced through the surrounding mist with the clean care of a diamond-edged razor knife. That left trails of empty pocket pockets that snapped shut with sharp, bone-shaking cracks.
