SCREEEEEEECH—ROOOOOOAR!
The 200-foot-long Ten-Thousand Venom King Centipede reared up above the shattered roof of the Black-Skull Swamp Palace like a colossal purple-black dragon made of interlocking iron shields.
Every single one of its thousand pairs of legs was six feet long and curved like a reaper’s scythe, gleaming with dark purple metallic luster. Two twenty-foot-long red antennas whipped through the air, cracking like thunderclaps, and its house-sized jaws dripped with bubbling purple acid.
SPLASH—HISS!
A single glob of purple acid dripped from its left mandible onto Duke Wu’s carved granite palace archway. Within two seconds, the ten-ton granite arch melted into bubbling purple foam!
On the palace balcony, Duke Wu clutched his bleeding left wrist wrapped in a silk rag, his pale face flushed with maniacal triumph as his three thousand remaining Black-Skull Palace Guards cheered from the courtyard walls.
“Hahaha! Tremble in despair, Pei Xuan!” Duke Wu shrieked at the top of his lungs. “This is the Rank 4 Peak Ten-Thousand Venom King Centipede left behind by the ancient Poison Sect three hundred years ago! Its purple-iron carapace cannot be scratched by Rank 4 flying swords, its breath melts stone into soup, and its blood is the deadliest poison in the south! Even if you have ten thousand soldiers, the King Centipede will swallow them like rice grains!”
