The cut channel was an unchained dragon of blinding, white-hot light.
It whipped across the cave with hypersonic fury, its jagged crystal-clear stump smashing through twenty-ton granite pillars like dry reeds.
From the rupture, four hundred million units of tightly packed, high-space-folding spiritual essence vented into the enclosed cave every second.
The air pressure inside the chamber skyrocketed.
Lin Ke’s ears burst with sharp, bloody pops. The surrounding heat soared toward the starting point of sulfur. The air turned blazing bright, so bright it burned through closed eyelids.
“It’s going to collapse!” Shen Yue screamed through their shared divine sense, pinned against a dark rock crevice by the sheer wind of the escaping Qi. “If that volume hits the upper air, it will ignite the troposphere! It will burn the continent to ash!”
In the mental sandbox, Lin Ke ran the heat-powered fluid dynamics.
Shen Yue was right.
