Chuzhou. The central island. The Zhang Clan Territory. All of it rested in the palm of Song Ciwan's colossal, sky-propping hand.
An insect leg pierced the Law Enforcement Elder's Dantian, emitting a spectral, profound light from within the viscous red mist that filled the air.
The Law Enforcement Elder's shriek was cut short. His final thought fixed upon that single insect leg.
In a daze, he thought, 'So this day has finally come.'
And then, he knew nothing more.
His flesh became sustenance, his Divine Soul submerged in filth.
More and more, one after another, insectoid spikes pierced the Dantians of the Zhang Clan's many experts.
They died without ever seeing the Zhang Clan Ancestor come to their rescue. To their last breaths, they couldn't understand it. 'What happened to the Ancestor? Why hasn't he shown himself?'
