The basketball-sized [Upper-Realm Rank 7 Curse-Plague Detonation Core] inside the bottom tip of Script-Nail #2 screeched like a million dying. Wraiths!Having sensed that its ten-mile lake of corpse-acid had been turned into sweet peach-blossom spring water by a nine-year-old girl. With a pink watering can, the vicious Upper-Realm failsafe compressed ten thousand years of residual soul-blight into a single point-blank explosion!
The countdown timer hit 00:00.2 seconds!
Black-purple cracks of concentrated plague-lightning spiderwebbed across the dark sphere, aimed straight at nine-year-old Su Nuannuan standing on the ship’s bow platform fifty feet away!
Down on the earthen dike, Sky-Fox Matriarch Bai Rou and White-Tiger Patriarch Hu Lie felt their hearts stop in their chests: “Watch out, Little Fairy Nuannuan! The pillar’s core is going to—”
“Nobody explodes stinky meatballs in front of my Nuannuan sister!”
A loud, cheerful seven-year-old voice rang out from twenty feet above the bow rail!
Before the countdown could tick from 0.2 to 0.1, seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun—wearing her red lobster-print bib over a yellow rain-poncho. With her twin hair-buns bouncing like little dumplings—dropped straight out of the sky between Su Nuannuan and the exploding pillar tip!
In her right hand, Tuntun twirled her [Giant Wooden Soup Ladle].
