Yang Yong glanced at Wang Ying out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.
Wang Ying was breathing hard, her sword hand trembling slightly, her forehead covered in sweat.
Those two full-area attacks had consumed an enormous amount of her Supernatural Power. A few more rounds like that, and Wang Ying would be exhausted.
Once Wang Ying fell, they would not be far from death either.
Yang Yong's mind raced.
What was the root of this situation?
The aura of the living.
Their group of living people had barged into this eerie space like someone lighting a bonfire in a dark room, awakening every dormant Eerie throughout the space.
Wherever they went, the Eerie followed.
They could not kill them all or escape them.
They had to find a way to erase the aura coming from their group.
Beside Yang Yong, the clanging of forging inside the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace had never stopped.
He screamed frantically in his mind, Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace! Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace! I'm going to die here! Hurry up and give me a Curio that can handle this situation!!
Materials?
Materials covered the hills and plains here.
Yang Yong acted decisively and lifted the furnace lid again.
A suction stronger than before surged from the furnace's mouth.
Around them, the skeletal remains and chunks of Bloodwater Monsters that Wang Ying had struck down, leaving them unable to regenerate, were swallowed up in one rush.
But when Yang Yong tried to absorb the white bones beneath his feet, he discovered to his surprise...
They would not budge.
Those white bones that had not been destroyed seemed rooted in place. No matter how strong the furnace's suction became, they did not move an inch.
Refusing to believe it, Yang Yong aimed the furnace's mouth at the