BWOOOOOOOM!
At forty-nine thousand eight hundred feet above the green plains of Dry-Well Metropolis, the sky did not change color, and no lightning bolts flashed from the clouds.
Yet for Silver-Spear Commander Zhao and his 999 Rank 6 Golden Core Heavenly Soldiers, the entire universe suddenly turned into a lead coffin!
One millisecond ago, Commander Zhao weighed two hundred and ten pounds—one hundred and sixty pounds of lean Golden Core muscle and fifty pounds of gleaming Upper-Realm Cold-Moon Silver armor. He was soaring effortlessly on a three-inch-wide flying sword while raising a sixty-pound silver halberd in one hand to slaughter the “lower-realm ants” below.
The next millisecond, after Pei Xuan pulled the red anvil lever in the Heaven-Pillar Control Room to [HEAVY-LOAD MODE — 500x GRAVITY], Commander Zhao’s weight multiplied by five hundred!
His body suddenly weighed eighty thousand pounds!
His sixty-pound silver halberd suddenly weighed thirty thousand pounds!
And his Cold-Moon Silver armor—which he had polished every morning with such pride—turned into twenty-five thousand pounds of dead iron strapped to his shoulders and knees!
