Ten thousand barbed frost-whips hung across the sky like a giant ceiling of purple-black steel.
The heavy pressure from Five-Planet Overseer Cold-Scourge’s Soul-Lashing Sky-Whip Array pressed down on the frozen valleys of Prison Planet 1. Every single whip hummed with Sector 6’s planetary frost laws, carrying enough destructive force to crush a mountain range into dust.
Down in the muddy excavation trenches, three hundred million newly freed prisoners looked up with tight expressions on their weathered faces.
They had just tasted warm beef broth and regained their astral Qi, but facing a Rank 7 Mid Overseer’s natal array still felt like standing under an avalanche.
Old Shield-Guard Chen gripped his newly forged mining pickaxe, planting his boots firmly in the slush.
“Don’t panic, brothers!” Chen roared, lifting his left arm toward the sky. “Lord Gu and the young masters fed us hot soup! We aren’t going back into the ditch for any platinum-plated whip-master!”
“Stand firm!” Apothecary Zhang shouted beside him, raising her pickaxe high. “Even if the sky falls, we fight to the last breath for the Gu Family!”
Up on the front porch of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser], Gu Changsheng took another calm sip of his hot ginger tea.
