Shen Yu shifted his weight through the bubbling slag, his feet anchoring into the boiling stone as if rooting into an ancient altar.
The smell of his own scorched flesh rose with the rose-gold haze, but his blood-matted hair whipped back from a face that bore only cold derision.
He locked his legs into the second rigid stance of the "Asura Blood-Forging Sutra".
SNAP— CRACK!
The fractured ribs inside his chest screamed as the posture forced his torso into an unnatural, brutal arch.
Bone fragments ground against living tissue, sending blinding white agony straight into his brainstem.
He didn't blink.
He used that agony like a sharpened chisel, driving his focus down to a needlepoint, while his right arm swept up to cradle the unhatched egg tight against his chest, leaving his left palm facing the descending apocalypse.
"Then strike harder!"
BOOM——!
The interwoven pillars of Carmine-Blood Lightning slammed down like twin falling pillars of heaven.
