Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
BOOM! RUMBLE!
The ground three thousand meters beneath the Western Desert floor shook violently, as if a herd of ancient giant dragons was frantically tearing through the earth’s core. The millennia-old granite slabs paving the altar floor cracked into deep chasms, exposing pitch-black abysses that billowed thick, choking smells of sulfur and a bone-chilling, foul stench.
The deafening roar had barely subsided when the black-steel coffin lid, weighing over a hundred tons, shattered into hundreds of thousands of jagged stone shards that blasted into the air like an inverted meteor storm. Boulders weighing hundreds of catties smashed wildly against the towering cavern ceiling, dragging down massive slabs of granite that crashed in thunderous roars into the blood pool.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The nine divine-iron chains as thick as ancient tree trunks used to seal the giant coffin snapped simultaneously. The metal links reinforced with ancient runes exploded into flickering golden sparks before extinguishing in a flash.
At the bottom of the pool, tens of thousands of liters of foul, stagnant blood accumulated over hundreds of years suddenly boiled furiously. Giant blood bubbles the size of winnowing baskets continuously burst, spitting out trails of bloody toxic mist that shot straight up into the air, blending with the wild red sand into ghostly maelstroms. An unimaginably terrifying suction force erupted from the center of the stone coffin, turning the entire blood pool into a gigantic, spinning funnel.
“IT’S QUAKING! HE’S TRULY AWAKENED!”