Then the woman's figure gradually faded, merging into the darkness of the mirror.
Yang Yong reached out and put the lump of iron away with the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring.
Scrap iron might come in useful someday.
Even in the apocalypse, the spirit of thrift still had to be maintained.
Afterward, everyone dispersed.
Whatever was strange about that vehicle, Yang Yong had refined it anyway.
There was nothing more to say.
Even if there was a problem, the temperature inside Yang Yong's Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace was so high that it had probably been killed in the refining process.
People comforted themselves with this reasoning.
Although everyone knew that the so-called "scrap iron" was strange.
Still, no one wanted to think too deeply about it.
It was as though they had tacitly agreed to put the matter behind them.
Everyone dispersed.
Those who needed rest rested, and those on night watch kept watch.
Yang Yong leaped back onto the roof.
The light of the Blood Moon fell on him once more, but he did not continue cultivating.
His gaze swept over the rearview mirrors of the vehicles below...
The van's, the pickup truck's, the bus's.
Every mirror held only the red reflection of the Blood Moon.
There was nothing else.
Yet he kept feeling that something was wrong.
The ordinary people watching nearby saw that the Transcendents had dispersed and went back to rest as well.
Except for those who had just joined the Survival Convoy...
This was their first time seeing Yang Yong use the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace's power.
And the shrinking formation Mang Dabiao had inscribed could actually shrink such a huge bus down to the size of a fist!
They were immediately filled with excitement.
The stronger the convoy they followed, the greater their chances of