CRACK-KABOOOOOM!
The sound of the impact was not the metal clang of weapon meeting armor.
It was the terrifying, world-ending snap of a star-core shattering under moving excess pressure.
The sixty-degree chisel point of Tie Shan’s twelve-pound iron pry-bar drove directly into the main cleavage plane of the Core Formation crystal. The sky-high crushing force generated by his Peak Iron-Bone swing exceeded the crystal’s atom-deep pulling limit in less than a heartbeat.
A web of blinding white hairline fractures raced through the fist-sized red stone.
Then, the holding failed.
THUUUUUUM.
A blast wave of pure, unbridled Core Formation spiritual energy erupted from the fracture point in a nested, expanding sphere of crimson and violet star-fire. The air pressure in the round hall spiked to four sea-weights, compressing Lin Tao’s chest like an iron band and rattling every loose timber in the high ceiling.
