The dark rock dais shattered.
The three-foot-thick fiery slab split into four tumbling chunks, ripped from the mountain’s roots and hauled upward into the screaming mouth of the inverted gateway.
A three-story boulder from the collapsed cave wall flew past Lin Ke’s ear at ninety miles an hour. It whistled through the empty pocket before hitting the black vortex of the gate.
The moment the stone crossed the event horizon, it didn’t vanish. It was tightly packed into a ribbon of black dust barely an inch wide, crushed by tidal forces that defied physics.
Meng Shan’s boots were airborne.
The giant was being dragged toward the deep pit, his massive body level, his three-thousand-two-hundred-jin shield acting like a sail in the violent gravity gale.
The magnetic iron was bowing, its rivets groaning as the metal stretched toward the event horizon.
Shen Yue was sliding across the tumbling rock, her fingers clawing at the stone, her bandoliers of magic charms tearing loose and scattering into the black eye of the void.
