The Transcendents who had planned to catch up on sleep during the day instantly perked up.
In just an hour of forging, Yang Yong produced several Magical Artifacts shaped like large bowls.
He picked one up and fitted it over his pickup truck.
A perfect fit!
With this fitted, the pickup could race over land and travel across water, becoming a fully amphibious combat vehicle!
It just looked a little ugly, like an ugly duckling wearing a tutu.
But in the apocalypse, practicality trumped everything. Could good looks keep you alive?
Yang Yong distributed the remaining amphibious Magical Artifacts to Cao Xianming, Wang Ying, Zheng Xiaofeng, and Hu Xian'er.
After some thought, he gave Xiao Xuan one too and sent her to oversee the bus.
At last, the Survival Convoy could travel on both land and water!
The convoy now owed Yang Yong another batch of supplies.
Soon, night fell, jets of water erupted, and the rain of fish returned.
That night, the number of Forbidden Grannies on the water surpassed a thousand!
They covered the surface in a dense mass, stretching as far as the eye could see.
They all raised their heads and looked toward the convoy.
The next moment, they moved in unison.
At first, the two sides were still facing off.
But a second later, over a hundred Forbidden Grannies in the front row whipped their heads at once!
Countless black hairs swept toward the convoy like a tsunami!
The air was instantly torn apart, a dense barrage of piercing whistles ringing out.
Pitch-black hair blotted out the sky, staining the entire expanse an inky black.
Yang Yong's gaze sharpened. The Ten-Thousand-Forging Primordial Furnace burst open, spewing tongues of flame that furiously burned the black hair.
The hair on the outside instantly turned to ash, but