The blinding crimson flames in the five puppets' hollow eye sockets flared with violent intensity as their ancient arrays adapted to Shen Yu's sudden release of killing intent.
Moving with mechanical synchronicity, the five stone puppets lunged simultaneously.
Under the chamber's suffocating gravity, their heavy obsidian boots fractured the stone tiles with every stride, their rusted greatswords howling through the stagnant air.
They executed a classic Asura slaughter net, two blades swept low to sever his tendons, two struck diagonally across his torso, while the central puppet delivered a crushing downward cleave aimed straight at the crown of his skull.
Shen Yu didn't leap back.
He didn't summon a defensive barrier.
He stepped directly into the jaws of the storm.
His right hand warped into a jagged claw wrapped in a pitch-black, suffocating miasma.
