Yang Yong had almost no interest in the others' supplies.
Only the Combustion Agents laid out at He Jing's stall were something he was determined to get.
If he could get Combustion Agent to replace the Demoness Pickup Truck's fuel, it would really take off.
If nothing else, its speed could at least double.
On this grassland riddled with danger, speed was life.
Without stopping, Yang Yong headed straight for He Jing's stall.
But when he arrived and looked, his heart sank...
More than half of the Combustion Agents had already been traded away.
"Brother Yong, you're here?"
Skinny Monkey had sharp eyes. The moment he spotted Yang Yong returning, he hurried over to greet him eagerly.
Yang Yong had just opened his mouth, but before he could ask anything, a voice suddenly drifted over from beside him.
"Yang Yong?"
Yang Yong turned his head.
Standing behind him was none other than He Jing.
That mature beauty.
That Transcendent of the witch sequence.
Yang Yong had no idea which convoy this woman had belonged to before. This was his first time dealing with her.
He looked her over, only now getting a clear look at her appearance...
He Jing's face had a somewhat mixed-race look, with defined contours and delicate features. She appeared to be around thirty.
She was the fully ripened, mature type, exuding an indescribable allure from head to toe.
Strangely, though, a faint trace of something sinister always lingered about her brow.
He did not know whether she had been born that way or whether the witch sequence had changed her bearing.
Yang Yong could not tell either.
Now, seeing Yang Yong stride over to her stall, clearly interested in the Combustion Agent, He Jing's eyes immediately lit up.
The ten-thousand-forged primordial furnace sequence!
The formidable guy