Ironflow Heavenly Puppet!

Damn it!

He certainly made sure you fully grasped the concept of returning kindness with enmity, and Bai Ye's teeth itched with anger.

It was like this when he saved Yang Jie at the Experimental Base earlier, and it was like this again when he guided Yang Jie through his breakthrough now; how could someone possibly be so devoid of conscience?

Bai Ye wanted to nag a couple more sentences and shoot the breeze with the Tyrant, but the Tyrant, having broken through, clearly showed surging battle intent and directly attacked without warning.

Blade Prison!

Yang Jie's five fingers abruptly clenched, and the surrounding metal instantly disintegrated, leaving steel bars, iron shavings, and metal fragments suspended in mid-air.

Under the shroud of majestic spiritual power, they transformed into a hundred-meter-tall silver tornado spinning at high speed.

Countless tiny metal blades cut through the air, emitting a harsh screech; wherever they passed, buildings collapsed and rubble was ground into powder.

The terrifying silver metal storm, carrying an aura of death, rushed toward Bai Ye.

This was the first time since the battles in Black Mountain that Yang Jie had used a move he developed based on his Transcendence ability. Even when facing the siege of the crowd previously, he had merely manipulated metal simply to carry out the most basic attacks and defense.

This showed just how much importance he attached to Bai Ye.

However, Bai Ye did not want this kind of importance.

The silver metal storm grew larger and larger in his eyes, and the tiny metal sharpness caused a stinging pain all over his body. He did not check the time; he knew the time definitely wasn't up yet, because the time within his soul had not increased.

He had never felt time pass so slowly.

Bai Ye