Whatever was drawing that Black Coffin, it remained fixated on him and Wang Ying, refusing to stop until they were dead.
As he watched everyone else rush out one after another.
Yang Yong's gaze hardened, and he abruptly raised his hand.
A throwing knife cut through the air and hovered there, blocking the sword-wielding girl who was the last to reach the door.
"Come back!"
Yang Yong's voice was icy, leaving no room for discussion.
The girl whipped her head around and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
The throwing knife trembled slightly in midair. If she dared take another step forward, it would shoot straight at her.
Yang Yong remained expressionless. "Come help."
He had no way to retreat.
No one knew when the Ancient House's doors would close again, much less what other rules this damned place had.
If the doors shut and immediately triggered another round of reckoning under the rules, everything would be over.
The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace could still devour energy.
In theory, it could last through another round until the doors opened again.
But by then, there would be no other Transcendents to keep the enemy occupied.
With only him and the badly injured Wang Ying left, they would never last until the doors opened.
The Black-Robed Eerie would wear them down until they died!
They had to get out this time!
Yang Yong's thoughts raced, his brain working furiously as countless ideas flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.
The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace...
The item being forged inside still wasn't finished. What exactly was missing?
He abruptly recalled his previous experiences.
Wang Ying's blade had absorbed an Eerie General, which the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had refined, greatly increasing its power.
The One-Yang God-Sealing Banner had likewise been created by refining Eerie