The forty-foot spear of blood-purple annihilation lightning roared down the four star-iron chains, turning the ten-mile underground cavern blinding white.
The air pressure dropped so hard that the black ice beneath the camper van’s tires spider-webbed for half a mile in every direction. Every link of the four Upper-Realm Script-Draining Chains lit up with ancient, merciless runes forged in the Heavenly Script Pavilion—runes designed to erase any mortal soul that dared tamper with a scheduled protagonist’s monster-mount.
“Young Master, don’t touch the chains with elemental Qi!” Grandpa Yao yelled at the top of his lungs, throwing a protective soul-shield around Auntie Qin. “Those four chains are cast from Upper-Realm Cold-Star Iron!
They are completely immune to the Five Elements of the mortal world and reflect seventy percent of all sword and spell Qi back at the attacker!”
“Dad! My ruler barrier is vibrating at a critical resonance frequency!” twelve-year-old Ye Xiao shouted, planting both feet wide as he braced his [Homework-First Bamboo Ruler Sword] with both hands.
“The lightning is using the four chains as a closed circuit—if it hits the altar, the current will pass straight through you and into Little Fifth’s shell!”
Down on the floor, Blood-Claw Demon General twisted his bound neck upward, his terrified face twisting back into savage, fanatical glee.
