"Let me!"
Those two words were spoken lightly, yet they landed like a boulder crashing into a tranquil lake.
Everyone's gaze instantly focused on him.
The other members of the Survival Convoy took it relatively well.
They already knew Yang Yong would pay any price to survive.
But Zhang Bihuang, who idolized Yang Yong and saw him through rose-colored glasses, seemed instantly crushed.
He wilted, tears swirling wildly in his eyes, on the verge of breaking down.
Could it be...
Was Yang Yong really going to step forward?
To become the villain who sacrificed ordinary people?
She couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to.
But the next second.
What Yang Yong did completely overturned everyone's expectations.
He turned his palm over, and a small, antique banner appeared out of thin air.
Its fabric quivered gently.
Two ghostly figures, one red and one white, suddenly drifted out of the banner and hovered in midair.
Red robes like blood, white robes whiter than snow.
Both ghosts exuded chilling yin energy, yet they bowed before Yang Yong, utterly obedient and respectful.
While everyone was still bewildered, Yang Yong grinned, a hint of confident teasing in his voice:
"After all that talk, isn't the point just to consume everything?"
"I might not be good at other things, but when it comes to consumption, that's what my Two-Yang God-Sealing Banner does best."
"It can shatter any tangible matter directly into energy and absorb every last bit!"
As his words fell, Yang Yong raised a hand and pointed.
The Red-Clothed Female Ghost and the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost immediately obeyed, floating lightly away.
They went straight over and lifted a platter bearing an enticingly browned whole roast lamb that gave off an overwhelming aroma.
The lamb was plump and tender, its fragrance soul-stealing. An ordinary