The Violet Cloud Void Shatterer didn’t sound like thunder when it hit. It sounded like an iron safe dropped from orbit onto an anvil.
A pillar of pure bright purple star-fire, fifty paces thick, slammed into Frank’s iron rods rod with a bone-shaking blast wave that blew hats off four hundred surrounding sect elders.
The air pressure plunged to near-empty pocket. Loose gravel on the summit boiled away instantly into glowing white dust. The sky turned a searing magenta that cast sharp, black shadows against the cliffs.
Half a million fighters dropped flat onto their stomachs, shielding their faces and waiting for their souls to be ripped from their vessels.
Frank, however, merely shifted his weight back onto his left heel to brace against the wind.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!
The six-foot length of steel iron rods hummed like a berserk hornets’ nest.
The metal turned cherry-red in three-tenths of a second. Then it reached a blinding lemon-yellow, shedding blistering sparks of molten melted rock waste onto the gravel beneath his work boots.
