CLANG-GRIIIIIND!
As Elder Bai slammed the red brass lever on the cavern wall down to its base, four heavy iron locking-pins sheared off at the top of the cage.
Directly above seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun’s head, the twenty-ton Spiked Cold-Marrow Steel Ceiling—lined with thirty six-inch iron spikes designed to impale a rampaging demon beast on the spot—plummeted downward like a guillotine blade!
At the exact same instant, Elder Hei and Elder Bai poured every drop of their Rank 5 Early Foundation Establishment spiritual qi into their twin Rank 5 Soul-Flaying Iron Whips.
The two nine-section barbed whips tore through the sulfur-choked air with the shrieking howl of a hundred tortured ghosts. Aiming one lash at Gu Changsheng’s eyes and the second lash straight through the cage bars at little Jiang Tuntun’s neck!
“If Holy Son Chu Tian can’t have her Gluttony Core alive, we’ll harvest it from her corpse!” Elder Hei roared, his scarred face twisted in vicious desperation. “Even if you’re a body-refining freak, you can’t block two Rank 5 whips and lift twenty tons of Cold-Marrow Steel at the same time!”
Inside the cage, seven-year-old Tuntun looked up at the dropping forest of iron spikes. Her exhausted little legs didn’t even have the strength to crawl away.
