The shadow of the eight-hundred-yard black glass limb darkened the entire underground deep gap.
Spanning sixty yards in width, crusted with serrated bone blades and weeping crimson eyes, the tentacle hurtled horizontally through the freezing violet updraft at five hundred miles per hour.
Its target was the northern foundation caissons of Mount Apex.
If that mountainous mass struck the cliff, the entire southern half of the mountain would shear into the deep pit. He plunged the Sages’ Sanctum and the ten thousand emerald server steles into the world-size core!
Behind Frank, seventy Grandmasters of the Master Teacher Pavilion dropped their swords. Their faces were pale as death.
“It’s over...” Pavilion Master Ren Qingzi whispered, his knees buckling under the choking Nether-Void gravity. “The Primeval Behemoths have risen from the World Core... Great realm ends today!”
Frank didn’t blink.
He stood at the edge of the pit. He held his forty-ton air-powered wrench loosely in his left hand. His clipboard was tucked under his arm.
