Two Tang swords fell into his hands.
The one in his left hand was not wreathed in flames, but covered in rust; the one in his right was sharp yet restrained, ancient yet imposing.
The Coiling Dragon Shihakushō embroidered with a coiling dragon replaced the heavy crescent weapon on Bai Zhu's back. A pure force flowed through his limbs along the dragon patterns, forcibly suppressing the body that was on the verge of collapse from the violent power of Zanka no Tachi.
The surrounding thermometers showed no change.
Yet the data on the control screens began to warp. Lubricating oil on the transport rails gave off blue smoke, while the residual gel on the floor rapidly hardened, cracked, and turned into fragments of shell.
The moisture in the air was disappearing.
Bai Zhu glanced at the system panel in the corner of his vision. The numbers on it were plummeting at a pace that made his heart pound.
[Reiatsu: 9855] [Reiatsu: 9341] [Reiatsu: 8790]
At this rate, he only had one chance to strike.
There was simply no time to worry about how many civilians his blade would affect or how many buildings it would tear apart.
Slender Hound had clearly realized that as well.
The canine head formed from dozens of human faces stopped roaring, replaced by utter panic. Its massive body suddenly scattered, transforming into dozens of golden particle streams of varying thickness that burst in every direction.
Drainpipes, cable shafts, ceiling maintenance hatches, even the few remaining incubators on the rails—all became targets for its escape.
Unma abruptly pulled something at the control console, projecting a massive underground engineering map onto the remaining wall. Her fingers swept across it rapidly as a straight line running from the cultivation chamber through the abandoned sewage layer and