Inside the frozen, four-hundred-foot skull of the Nether Blood-Fiend Avatar, Crown Prince Yan Wuji was screaming without a voice.
Every single nerve ending in his fused demonic body felt as though it had been clamped between two land-wide earth-shaking plates. His blood, which had flowed with the world-ending driving force of boiling fiery lava only moments before, refused to circulate through his arteries. His demonic tiny blood vessels were bursting under an unnatural, invisible downward pull that pinned his soul to the marrow of his stone-hard bones with terrifying, exact finality.
“What sorcery is this?!” Yan Wuji’s mental voice wailed. It echoed through the avatar’s black-iron ribs like a wild, trapped bat. “My body... My body weighs ten million tons! I can’t even blink an eye! The spiritual channels are collapsing!”
Even time itself seemed to crawl at a fraction of its normal pace. The thoughts inside the Prince’s demonic mind dragged like iron chains through wet sand, burdened by the huge gravity warping that pressed upon every single quantum state within his physical form.
High above the arena, the huge, three-hundred-yard golden check stamp blazed in the upper troposphere, bathing the entire metropolitan basin in an eerie, neon-amber soft glow.
