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Clang, clang, clang!

The sharp clatter of metal striking metal rang out nonstop, like torrential rain hammering sheet iron, so piercing it made their scalps crawl.

In that brief interval, the Red-Clothed Female Ghost suddenly tilted her head, her withered, clawlike fingers snatching sideways like lightning!

A survivor who had already been invaded by ghostly energy and lay slumped beside the vehicle had his chest pierced before he could even scream.

Strangely, the dead man's entire body was shriveled, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Another person had died horribly!

The surrounding survivors instantly erupted in terrified screams, trembling like rats whose tails had been stepped on.

"No screaming! Shut up!"

Yang Yong bellowed, his hoarse voice laden with murderous intent, forcibly choking off everyone's screams.

This time, he focused completely, not daring to let his attention stray in the slightest.

Under his control, the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors blazed with dazzling golden light, like two miniature suns, furiously shearing at the Red-Clothed Female Ghost.

The collisions rang out endlessly, yet time seemed to stretch millions of times longer, every second suffocatingly slow.

The black energy surrounding the ghost grew thicker and thicker, while Yang Yong felt his blood boiling.

The energy pouring out of the Iron-Plate Token circulated through his limbs and body, actually forming a strange cycle with the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

His body was taut as a steel wire about to snap, his muscles twitching violently, pain seeping through even the gaps between his bones.

But he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

The other people aboard?

He had never wanted to meddle.

But with every person the Red-Clothed Female Ghost killed, her ghostly energy surged.

Once she began slaughtering without restraint and her strength broke through its limits, Yang Yong was unsure whether he could still hold his own against this vicious ghost.

He dared not gamble.

What if she could kill me in one move after growing stronger?

His own life mattered most.

Hold on, hold on, keep holding on!

Time ticked away, and the atmosphere inside the vehicle was terrifyingly oppressive. Only heavy breathing and heartbeats pounding like drums could be heard.

Who knew how long this struggle lasted?

So long that Yang Yong felt as though an entire century had passed.

Finally, the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's movements faltered slightly.

She threw back her head and let out a shrill, piercing howl filled with savagery and unwillingness.

Yang Yong froze. I haven't unleashed any big move, have I?

That single instant of distraction was all it took!

A vicious light flared in the ghost's eyes as she lunged at Yang Yong like a phantom, the coldly gleaming claws on her fingertips driving straight for his throat!

The cold gleam rushed toward his face, carrying the foul stench of a rotting corpse.

Yang Yong's pupils contracted, and he abruptly retreated two steps!

The Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors followed close behind, golden light surging, but they were half a beat too slow.

What's going on?

His body had actually become somewhat sluggish!

Seeing those claws about to pierce his throat, Yang Yong grabbed the fire extinguisher beside him without thinking and smashed it hard against the ghost's claws!

Crack!

With a sharp crack, the claws punched straight through the fire extinguisher, sending fragments of sheet metal flying!

Yang Yong's heart sank, and he stumbled backward again.

The ghost flung aside the remains of the fire extinguisher, her scarlet gaze fixed on him. Her other hand followed him like a shadow, striking straight at his vital point!

This time, Yang Yong could even feel the chill from her claws pressing against the surface of his skin.

Is this it?

Am I going to die here today?

The instant despair surged through him, a ruthless glint flashed in Yang Yong's eyes.

"If I'm dying, you're dying with me!"

He clenched his teeth until they cracked, recklessly driving the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors into the ghost.

It all happened in a flash!

Just as the ghost's nails barely touched his throat, the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, wrapped in gold and yellow light, slammed hard into the center of her back!

"Kyaah-!"

The ghost let out a shrill, agonized scream, her body shuddering violently.

At that very moment, the Iron-Plate Token in Yang Yong's left hand suddenly grew hot. An ink-black hole abruptly appeared at his abdomen, and a terrifying suction erupted!

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost didn't have time to react before she was forcibly sucked inside.

The Iron-Plate Token was dragged into the black hole along with her.

The next second, a rapid clanging came from inside the black hole, as though countless hammers were pounding away furiously within.

This continued for a full three minutes.

Three minutes later, the suction vanished, and the black hole slowly closed.

Yang Yong's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor with a thud. A long, thin cut had been sliced across his throat, and warm blood was steadily seeping out.

The surrounding survivors gaped, as though someone had seized them by the throat, staring blankly at him with eyes full of terror and awe.

The ghost... the ghost was killed?

What was that just now?

Did he swallow the ghost?

How was that possible!

No one dared speak. The vehicle was deathly silent, save for Yang Yong's heavy breathing and the sound of dripping blood.

But before everyone could recover, faint voices drifted in from outside again.

"Open the door... let us in..."

"Stop... we're so cold..."

"Help us..."

Men, women, children... all sorts of voices, cloying and hoarse, seemed to press against the windows and creep through the gaps into the vehicle.

This was no time to rest!

Yang Yong wiped the blood from his throat and struggled to his feet, shouting sternly at everyone, "Keep your mouths shut! Not a sound from anyone! Whoever answers them, I'll shoot them dead!"

He pointed at several young, strong men. "You lot, cover the mouths of those unconscious people! Don't let them make a single sound!"

Only after arranging all this did Yang Yong slump back to the floor, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

That had truly been far too dangerous.

He looked up at the digital clock mounted overhead-five in the morning.

In other words, he had spent nearly nine whole hours locked in combat with that Red-Clothed Female Ghost!

How could it have been that long?

Even Yang Yong found it unbelievable.

Just then, the Iron-Plate Token that had been drawn into the black hole suddenly dropped out of thin air, landing beside his hand.

It had turned into a small banner, embroidered with the image of a token. On that token, there seemed to be an additional blood-red marking.

He reached out and picked up the small banner. Before he could examine it closely, a stream of cold information poured directly into his mind.

One-Yang God-Sealing Banner:

Curio, rank: 3001.

Skill: Seal supernatural entities and command them in battle.

Can devour supernatural entities to upgrade, or absorb blood moon energy to nourish itself and increase its level.

Cost: Must be fed vital blood.

Legend: This banner was formed from a fragment of a supreme immortal treasure. If all fragments are gathered, they can be refined into the Chaos Warship, capable of traveling through all heavens and worlds.

Yang Yong's pupils contracted, his heart pounding wildly.

The Chaos Warship?

Leave this world?

Even... return to my original world?

He trembled all over with excitement and hurriedly asked in his mind:

How is the Chaos Warship refined?

What materials are needed?

What are all its components?