The air pressure dropped like a stone sinking in oil.
Within five minutes of Grand Ancestor Kuang’s ultimatum, the sky weight pressing down on Mount Lingxiao tripled. Low-tier students and mortal fire workers collapsed to the flat stone slabs. They grabbed their throats as dark blood seeped from their gums and ears under thirty kilopascals of un-vented energetic squeezing.
Across the outer ring of the mountain, three ancient jade defensive pylons began to groan, long upright fissures appearing along their carved flanks.
High in the darkened sky, Kuang’s huge shadow hung like a headsman’s hood over the sun.
Lin Ke stood in the central array courtyard. His check lens glowed faintly behind his pupils as he analyzed the incoming pressure front.
“It’s not pure blunt force,” Lin Ke said, his voice cutting through the panic as Shen Yue sprinted up to him, her hair disheveled and her ink brushes gripped in blood-stained fingers. “It’s a nonstop sound squeezing wave. He’s shaking the air at a timed together pitch to shatter their chest cavities through ringing sympathy.”
Shen Yue blinked, wiping sweat and stone dust from her brow. “He... He crushes their inner organs before breaking their bones! Brother Lin, my defensive magic charms can’t endure such crushing weight for another thirty minutes!”
