The alarm's rotor spun rapidly, sucking in air, compressing it, and then expelling it at high speed and high pressure toward the slit-like wound, emitting a sharp screech.
Birds by the lake took flight in alarm. In the distance, torches on the walls of Suzhou City suddenly flared brighter. The city guards rotated giant mirrors, casting their light toward the source of the sound.
"You!"
Situ Zhi's expression changed dramatically. He gritted his teeth and took a heavy step forward.
The immense Spiritual Power of a Candle Cloud Realm cultivator agitated the water, the force of which buffeted the Ink Silk Clone.
CRACK.
The Ink Silk Clone's chest caved in significantly, its neck twisted beyond ninety degrees. Yet, with its last breath, it whispered, "He's here..."
There was no need to explain who "he" was.
As the sharp noise from the lake's alarm ceased, a dazzling sword light appeared above Suzhou City, aimed directly at the heart of Taihu Lake.
BUZZ—
