Inside the 10,000th-floor control room of the Dry-Well Heaven-Pillar Tower, the air smelled of hot wolfberry tea, roasted sesame buns, and pure golden World-Origin Qi.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling diamond-quartz windows, a thousand blinding silver streaks were screaming down past the 58,000-foot mark!
Led by Silver-Spear Commander Zhao, the 1,000 Rank 6 Golden Core Heavenly Soldiers were diving in a tight wedge formation along the side of the ten-mile tower. Their silver halberds tore long white shockwaves through the clouds, and their voices echoed through the sky like rolling thunder:
“Kill! Flatten their mud streets! Burn their markets! Leave not a single blade of grass alive!”
Inside the control room, Boom-Pot Sun pressed his round, soot-stained face against the glass window, holding a half-eaten spicy magma-crab leg in his hand.
“Look at those shiny silver helmets, Lord Pei!” Boom-Pot Sun clicked his tongue, his small eyes gleaming with the crazy light of an alchemist who had just spotted top-grade pot material. “That’s pure Upper-Realm Cold-Moon Silver! If we peel the helmets off all one thousand of those fellows and melt them down in my underground Star-Forge, I can cast five hundred self-cooling ice-cream churns for the summer night market!”
“Forget ice-cream churns, Master Sun!” Ye Guhan stepped up beside the window, his hand resting on the wooden hilt of his sword.
