Under the direct center of the Dragon-Spine Cascade, water ceased to behave like a fluid.
At a speed exceeding fifty miles per hour, the nonstop deluge of ice-slow meltwater behaved as an unbending high-pressure piston. A solid, falling metal tube of liquid rock that crushed the breath from Pei Jing’s lungs in the first ten seconds of full-body VR.
The sheer sound roar was no longer registered by his ears. The ears had gone fully numb, overwhelmed by the bone-shaking pressure. Instead, the shaking was received directly through the bones of his skull. The time and parietal plates of his skull hummed like an iron bell struck with a wooden mallet every tenth of a second.
His knees buckled three inches, his thigh muscles burning as muscle burn surged into the muscle fibers.
Hold the vector.
Pei Jing’s internal accounting engaged with clean, steady care.
Every second under the torrent delivered thirty-two hundred foot-pounds of downward striking force. If his spine curved even two degrees out of upright posture, the spinning crushing force would tear the lower back muscles from their sacral anchors and crush the intervertebral discs.
He tucked his chin tighter, driving his neck bones into rigid posture with his chest spine.
