Drowning in mid-air was a torment beyond the imagination of any mortal headsman.
Elder Qian thrashed in the center of the floating water sphere, his scarlet silk robes swirling like bloody clouds in the semi-clear azure fluid. His Core Formation spiritual qi flared in desperate, violent convulsions, shooting jagged bolts of crimson energy out of his fingertips that pierced the water sphere and evaporated into clouds of white steam.
Yet the water didn’t fade.
In this zero-gravity strange flaw, the water’s skin of the Precursor coolant was held in a permanent exact lock. Every time Qian’s spiritual energy tried to blow the water away, the liquid simply reformed around his mouth and nostrils, sealing him inside an inescapable, floating prison of pure sky dew.
The red stone ink on the magic charm paper dissolved into tiny crimson threads that drifted through the sapphire fluid like dissolving blood, their pyro-moving circuits shorting out against the soaked Precursor coolant. The three Earth-Flame Detonation Magic charms slipped from his limp fingers.
They drifted slowly through the sphere, their lead foil casings soaked through with non-gravity moisture, their fiery fire cores fully put out.
The floating water sphere holding Elder Qian was a swirling storm of sapphire fury. Inside the semi-clear orb, the elder’s scarlet silk robes billowed like dark sea anemones, his long white hair whipping in chaotic tangles across his face. Every time the man opened his mouth to draw breath, a fresh volume of high-pressure sky dew surged into his mouth…
