A choking thick, sticky drag numbed the inside of Lin Ke’s arms.
The third and final branch of the composite stonework—the Precursor Glaze Core—had entered his blood-vessel loop. But it was stalling. At two hundred and twenty degrees, the dense, borate-doped carrier fluid was too thick. Its motion thickness was forty times higher than blood. Water’s skin was holding the liquid glaze in sluggish, stale droplets along the inner lining of his Bing-Mai channels.
It refused to coat the tiny tubules.
If the lightning struck. Meanwhile, the glaze was patchy, the uneven insulating coating would create total nearby arcing. The spark charge would blast through the bare quartz dust spots, blowing his outward channels into fragments of shattered glass.
He had no spiritual Qi left to pump the fluid. His dantian was fully drained, having burned every available unit of fuel to ignite the Crimson Yang and purge the ashen calx.
He couldn’t push it with energy.
He had to push it with pure, brutal mechanics.
Sound bubbling blast wave, his mind calculated with clean, steady care. Introduce an instant crushing force wave into the skeletal chassis. The shaking will shatter the liquid’s water’s skin and drive the glaze into every micro-tubule by sound streaming.
