The sixty-foot blade of pure void-deletion split the underground air at five times the speed of sound.
The air pressure inside the five-mile cave spiked to eighty-five thousand pounds of pressure, shrieking with the fury of a collapsing air.
Behind Frank, seventy Grandmasters and Pavilion Master Ren Qingzi were thrown flat against the damp stone floor, their sky robes pinned down by the monstrous gravity slipstream of the dropping strike.
“The world is splitting!” Ren Qingzi gasped, his fingers clawing into the stone pavers. “The blade carries the weight of a dying star! No mortal body can withstand such moving mass!”
Yet Frank didn’t even glance over his shoulder.
He stood beside the central jade power bar, shining his LED work light into the four-inch star-bronze channel junction, calmly checking the copper power bar torque marks with his check mirror.
“End-post lugs are tight,” Frank observed, tapping his wrench against the bronze casing. “No heat discoloration on the heat padding. Class 404, initiate site pest quarantine. Five-point clockwork lockout. Remember: zero high-pressure blast waves near the server racks.”
The blue test HUD flared into the green gloom, establishing a crisp amber holding outer edge around the dropping giant statue.
