CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK!
The ground of Scrap-Heap Star shook like a drumhead.
Marching down from the three surrounding mountains of rusted ship hulls was a colossal tidal wave of bleached white bone. Five hundred thousand Undead Bone-Soldiers—ranging from Rank 5 Qi-infused foot soldiers to twenty-foot-tall Rank 6 Giant Bone-Vanguards—charged toward the newly laid platform of Station #8.
Unlike the first fifty thousand skeletons who had already been vacuumed naked, this main legion was carrying heavy two-handed rust-swords, jagged pieces of battleship propellers, and cursed bronze spears dripping with toxic green ghost-fire.
WHOOOOO—!
As five hundred thousand jawbones snapped open at the same time, a terrifying wave of ten-thousand-year battlefield resentment screamed across the plain. The green ghost-fog condensed into grinning skull-clouds in the sky, cold enough to freeze a normal Foundation Establishment cultivator’s blood into black ice.
“Watch out, Young Master! Their soul-screams carry ancient death-curses!” Old Wei stepped forward on the station platform, his single right arm swinging his Rank 7 Black-Iron Broadsword in a wide arc. A blazing wall of red Furnace-Blood Qi flared up from his body, blocking the freezing wind from touching Pei Xuan’s robe.
Beside him, General Tie Zhan and Chief Shi Gang stood shoulder to shoulder like two iron towers.
