The Penitent Armor grabbed the end of the Salt Spike and pulled it out with force.
Unlike when he had first seen it, the Salt Spike was much shorter now.
Before, it could still have been called a short spear, but now it was a short stake at best, its length reduced by almost half.
After all, it was a consumable with a limited number of uses: a maximum of three.
As it was being pulled out, Yang Yi felt an urge to stop the armor, as though what was being taken from him was not the Salt Spike, but a priceless treasure.
The king's crown was being torn away!
But Yang Yi did not resist in the end.
His remaining sanity let him understand that these were not his own thoughts at all, but the influence of the Salt King's memories!
Given more time, that influence might deepen, even merging with his own understanding.
But now, with his life on the line, Yang Yi could not care less about some king's crown, much less bear to part with it!
Killing this Rotting Whale was his top priority!
The Salt Spike was successfully pulled out.
The crown atop Yang Yi's head instantly shattered, and his royal robes dissolved into sea salt.
Vanishing along with them were the memories Yang Yi had gained as the Salt King, as well as those utterly loyal Salt Knights.
[Salt Spike removed. Qi and Blood decreased by 100. You refused death.]
With the memories stripped away, Yang Yi forgot many things, but his mental state rapidly improved.
After all, those memories had never belonged to Yang Yi. Mixing them together would only interfere with his understanding. In severe cases, he might even lose the very concept of "I," forget his own name, and