The blast wave from Lord Lei Qian’s opening strike hit like a falling mountain.
It wasn’t a blast of wind or a pulse of Qi. It was an expanding sphere of solid, tightly packed Great Vehicle realm divine lightning. The thirty-foot-high ceiling of the Core Safe hall fractured in an instant, dropping ten-ton slabs of dark rock into the chamber like collapsing teeth.
The blast wave blasted outward through the breached doorway.
Dozens of junior scribes on the overhead frame outside were thrown through the air like dry leaves. It screamed as the surrounding static singed their clothes and hair.
“HOLD THE DOOR!” Meng Shan’s voice was a bloody, deep-throated roar that tore from his throat.
The big man threw himself into the molten threshold.
He didn’t seek cover. He planted both boots into the melted bronze decking. He set his iron-hard metal shield against the collapsing stone top door beam. Then he drove his right shoulder into the blast wave.
CRACK-CRUNCH.
