The dropping metal tube of three hundred spirit swords struck the center of the Precursor terrace with the force of an artillery barrage.
The blades didn’t penetrate deep into the dark rock flat stone slabs. Instead, they ground against the ancient Precursor stone in a terrifying, circular sawing motion. Millions of blue-white spark sparks erupted across the terrace floor, with the choking stench of boiled away granite and ozone. The shaking was so intense that Lin Tao could feel his teeth chattering against each other inside his skull, the bone-conducted shock shaking straight into his inner ear.
“Stay behind the megalith!” Lin Tao shouted over the clockwork roar.
Tie Shan had already moved. The giant had wedged himself between the thickest star-iron megalith and the terrace cliff face, using his body as a physical anchor while holding the flat of his pry-bar across the narrow gap to deflect the blinding spray of stone shrapnel.
“Stone is flying hard!” Tie Shan yelled, squinting through the dust storm as gravel pinged off his iron-shod boots.
Lin Tao leaned out just far enough to keep his left eye trained on the dropping blades. His frame analyzer was recording the tracking data in real time, clocking the exact heartbeat intervals between each sword strike.
