Three humanoid shadows had been hiding in the shade of the flour piles.
Their cover suddenly disappeared, and sunlight poured down on them unhindered.
Their bodies rapidly melted, dense blisters swelling across their surfaces as black smoke spurted from every blister.
Those were... three Eerie.
The three shadows raced across the ground, fleeing blindly beneath another pile of supplies, narrowly avoiding being evaporated into ash by the sunlight.
Yang Yong had no time to bother with them.
He kept flying from one end of the warehouse to the other, bathing his body in sunlight the entire time and giving anything in the shadows no chance to strike.
With every pass, a row of supplies disappeared.
Wang Ying blocked the boundary between shadow and sunlight, her entire body bathed in golden sunshine.
The Black Gold Bone Blade in her hand swung relentlessly, pouring out blade light as though it cost nothing and forcing the Old Tailor Eerie to cower in a corner.
But whenever she drove the Old Tailor into a desperate position, just as her blade light was about to strike it...
Countless needles flew from the Old Tailor's body.
Those needles were tiny and densely packed, trailing long black threads.
Needles and threads wove a net in midair, pulling Wang Ying's blade light off course.
The blade light clearly struck it, but a tug from the needles and threads dissipated the force, sending the light sliding past its body.
Liu Hong, meanwhile, stood idle.
He had wanted to help collect some supplies, but then he looked down at the backpack he was carrying...
Its capacity was so pitiful it barely counted.
Then he looked at Yang Yong...
Every swooping pass made an entire row of supplies vanish.
Liu Hong silently gave up.
He simply maintained his muscular giant form