The Absolute Yin Ice-cold tar didn’t flow like ordinary liquid.
It crawled across the dark rock flat stone slabs like a living, sentient frost. That left behind a trail of brittle, crystal-clear death. Wherever the black sludge touched, the surrounding heat plummeted below minus one hundred and eighty degrees.
The tiny moisture in the underground air instantly flash-froze. It fell as a dense blizzard of razor-sharp diamond needles.
“Freeze into dust, mortal vermin!” Commander Frost-Bile hissed from the castle walls. His snake-like neck extended thirty feet as frost-scales rattled against his spine. “That’s the Primordial Yin Bile of the Nether Deep pit! It corrodes Saint dantians, shatters immortal souls, and turns flesh to frozen chalk!”
The black sludge hissed as it crept toward Shen Shitou’s boots, freezing the granite floor beneath his feet and inducing severe heat shock in the rock strata.
Micro-fractures began spiderwebbing across the newly installed load-bearing footing.
Frank looked down at the black sludge, then looked at the water pooling around his work boots.
His eyebrows furrowed into a tight, murderous knot.
