ZZZZZZZZZZZZT—CRACK-BOOM!!
Ten miles underground, the entire vaulted roof of the fifty-acre dungeon turned a blinding, apocalyptic violet!
Having slammed down the factory’s ultimate defense override lever, Chief Warden Gui Suo stood behind the shields of his suspended iron throne and laughed like a cornered madman. Meanwhile, Three hundred ceiling electrodes charged with Rank 8 Late Purple-Hells Soul-Grinding Lightning!
“You think putting on iron tortoise shells saves you from my dungeon’s killing array?!”
Warden Gui Suo pointed his Soul-Cleaving Whip down at Grandpa Yao, Pill-Saint Yao Gu, and the ten thousand Jade-Turtle Mech-Grandpas standing on the cavern floor:
“This Purple-Hells Soul-Grinding Lightning was personally inscribed by Headmaster Hong to prevent mass soul-riots! Ordinary metal armor conducts soul-lightning at three hundred percent efficiency—meaning every bolt that hits your mech shells will bypass the iron and fry your disembodied souls into crispy ash inside the cockpits! Enforcers, pick up your whips and charge behind the lightning! Kill them all!”
Hearing that the ceiling array was a Rank 8 Late formation specifically designed to fry spirit bodies through metal armor. The two thousand nine hundred remaining Soul-Whip Enforcers regained their courage, raising their shields and roaring as the ceiling electrodes reached maximum charge!
KRAKOOOOOOOOM!!
