Wang Ye watched this unfold, shook his head in terror, turned, and ran.
But.
It was too late.
As if drawn by magnetism, the metal shard shot toward Wang Ye at an unimaginable speed, then burrowed into his heart.
Wang Ye passed out again.
Several metal shards had already been embedded in Wang Ye's chest. With the latest shard's integration, they began changing once more. The patterns on them became much clearer, though it was still impossible to tell what they depicted.
Even while unconscious, Wang Ye let out low, agonized roars, veins bulging across his body.
Meanwhile, the City God who had appeared beside him stared blankly at the scene. The tiny clay figure seemed unable to understand what he had done.
Still, he vaguely realized that he had caused trouble.
In panic, he kept jumping atop the altar while the monkeys carried him away at top speed, vanishing into the Wasteland in the blink of an eye.
From his receding figure, one could vaguely see him raising a middle finger toward some spot in the void.
And in the void, a figure that looked like a dog, yet not quite a dog, appeared.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Ye slowly woke up. The instant he opened his eyes, he saw at least several dozen Ghost Generals surrounding him, viciously and frantically tearing at the flesh on his body.
"Damn it!"
His head splitting with pain, Wang Ye cursed under his breath and rose while clutching his head.
As energy surged through him, all the ghosts were sent flying and slammed heavily into the ground.
Wang Ye gritted his teeth. "City God, don't let me catch you!"
A thousand miles away, a clay figure suddenly felt a chill run through his body. Though he had no