Chapter 10 — The Black Tide of the Barren Night Swallows the Ruined City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
stored in his mind every rise and fall, every cadence and pause. Only when he was certain there was no error did he activate the Mystic Body Three-Pellet Art, marshal his primordial qi, and, chanting the fiendish sound under his breath, drive his primordial qi at the spirit-embryo wall between his brows!