The warning siren from the three-mile eye shook the teeth in Lin Ke’s skull.
“Port twenty-two traffic!” Magistrate Kui’s voice echoed down from the high sky, ringing with cold fury. “That upkeep port was deprecated seven thousand years ago! Trace that socket to its physical node! Deploy the Judge lances!”
From the burning golden clouds dropped three separate strike wings.
Each wing consisted of twelve Void-court Guards clad in black-and-silver runic plate, their helms shaped like screaming eagles.
They didn’t carry crude poleaxes.
They wielded long, slender Soul-Piercing Rods. Focusing arrays designed to channel sky-high striking force into a target the size of a copper coin.
They were dropping directly toward the exposed Precursor dais at end-post speed.
“Thirty seconds until touchdown,” Meng Shan growled, shifting his footing on the dark rock, the veins on his neck bulging as he prepared to face thirty-six elite judges.
