The cave shook with the dull, rhythmic impact of sky-high artillery.
High above the high sky, Warden Chi’s hunting squads had grown tired of sweeping the mist.
They were dropping five-ton moving charges along the boundary wall, trying to collapse the entire mountain sector into the lower clouds.
Dust fine as flour sifted down from the arched dark rock ceiling. It settled on the shoulders of Lin Ke’s scorched robes.
In Lin Ke’s Sea of Mind, the wireless void-encapsulation tunnel was dying.
The ground-shaking shocks outside were disrupting the tiny spatial oscillations in the mist.
Every time a moving bomb struck the outer cliff, the spatial fabric shuddered, dropping dozens of frames and corrupting the packet headers.
“The connection won’t survive another barrage,” Lin Ke said. He leaned heavily against the dark stone console.
