The sky above the frost pits turned pitch-black as the orbital ice storm rushed down.
Razor-sharp icicles whirled through the air like a million flying daggers.
Camp Warden Liu stood on his command platform, clutching his bleeding nose and laughing like a madman as the minus-three-hundred-degree storm began to flash-freeze the outer perimeter.
“Let’s see your little boy’s wall stop the sky itself!” Liu screamed, his voice cracking from the freezing air. “In ten breaths, every last prisoner will shatter into frozen dust!”
Down in the dark trenches, three hundred million half-naked prisoners huddled together behind Gu Nian’s barrier of black-gold Chaos Qi.
Their fingers were already too numb to hold a weapon, and their dantians were clamped shut by heavy frost-shackles. Even with the dark Qi wall blocking the direct wind, the biting cold was starting to pierce through their thin rags.
Old Shield-Guard Chen pressed his trembling shoulder against the black-gold barrier, his breath turning to hard white crystals instantly.
“Young master,” Chen rasped, coughing up a small piece of frozen phlegm. “The chill is getting through the cracks.
