Smack!
Overwhelming force crushed down with terrifying momentum.
Before the Thin, Tall Man could even scream, he and the deck beneath his feet were smashed into a deep depression.
The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.
He spewed a mouthful of blood, barely clinging to life.
"You... isn't your Armor Sequence focused on defense?"
"How can you have such savage strength...?"
His breathing was faint, his eyes filled with despair.
At that moment, the Short, Fat Man, who had seemed the most cowardly and timid all along, finally moved.
He neither fought back nor fled. Instead, he rushed straight up to Yang Yong, dropped to his knees with a thud, and began kowtowing:
"I'm guilty!"
One kowtow!
"I was wrong!"
A second kowtow!
"Spare me... ah!"
His cry was shrill.
But just then-
Yang Yong sensed danger descending!
With a thought, he activated the Three-Yang God-Sealing Banner.
An eerie little girl swiftly floated up to the Short, Fat Man, raised her small hand, and gave him a gentle pat.
Hum-
Eerie power spread.
The Short, Fat Man, originally over a meter tall, shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, that pat turned him into a palm-sized doll, motionless except for his eyes, which could still move.
"An Eerie!"
Nearby, the Blond Woman, wounded by a slash from Wang Ying, suddenly shrieked at the sight, her voice sharp and accusing:
"You people actually keep company with Eerie! You're utterly deranged!"
At those words, veins suddenly bulged at Yang Yong's temples, and killing intent seethed in his eyes.
The people of Sky Base had less right than anyone to say that.
Everyone aboard knew full well how many filthy dealings involving Eerie they had carried out in secret for power and survival.
Seeing the woman struggle,