High above Central Peak, Thunder-Hawk King Lei Zhen flapped his three-hundred-foot wings with everything he had left.
Because Pei Xuan’s Dish-Shaped Lightning Funnel had just sucked eighty-eight percent of the Thunder-Qi out of his Demon Core to fill three underground battery banks, the proud Rank 7 Late demon ruler felt like an old grandpa who had just run up ten flights of stairs carrying two sacks of rice. Every flap of his giant wings made his chest wheeze, and his once-razor-sharp purple feathers were now poofed out like a giant dandelion ball.
“Flap faster! Push this King’s backside!” Lei Zhen panted, glaring back over his fuzzy shoulder at his Hawk Captains. “As soon as we get above the stratosphere where their copper straws can’t reach, this King will meditate for ten years, recharge my Demon-Core, and—”
BOOOOOOOOM!
Down on the station platform, the solid black-iron rock exploded beneath General Tie Zhan’s boots!
For the past month, Tie Zhan and his elite Martial Body-Refining vanguard had been training twelve hours a day in the 10x Heavy Gravity of Black-Iron Moon while eating unlimited bowls of Dragon-Marrow Beef-Wheat and swinging ten-thousand-pound forge hammers.
Here on Thunder-Peak Planet, where the gravity was much lighter and the air had just been cleared of all lightning hazards, Tie Zhan’s legs worked like twin planetary siege cannons!
