What?
Everyone was startled by those words.
The Earth Dragon was the Man in the Suit's little pet?
The "Undying Species" Earth Dragon that had just scared them half to death?
The Earth Dragon that refused to die no matter what they did, forcing the entire convoy to use its trump cards just to barely suppress it?
That was the "little pet he had casually made"?
Before they could finish digesting that revelation.
The Man in the Suit spoke again.
His tone carried a careless languor, as though he were discussing something utterly trivial.
"Though I only made it on a whim to relieve my boredom, it still breaks my heart to see you bully it like this."
Everyone was speechless.
His words sounded deranged, but no one dared laugh.
Because everyone could sense it.
There was something jarringly wrong about the Man in the Suit that made their hair stand on end.
Every word he spoke sounded as though he were playing house with children.
Yet that very nonchalance revealed one thing...
In his eyes, everyone present.
Including the Earth Dragon that had nearly wiped them all out.
Was merely on the level of children playing house.
While the man spoke, Yang Yong never stopped.
He continued driving the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, constantly urging those black particles to melt into the seed.
Veins bulged on his forehead, and he pushed every ounce of his strength to its limit.
Others were frightened, shocked, and at a loss, but Yang Yong could not concern himself with all that.
He had a gut feeling...
This seed was far too important.
No matter what, he had to finish forging it.
As Yang Yong saw it, as long as the Man in the Suit kept rambling a little longer.
He could get that seed