Kang Yixiang dropped to her knees with a thud.
She stammered, "Y-you, you..." for a long while, unable to get anything out.
Her whole body was shaking.
The trembling came from deep in her bones. Her teeth chattered, her fingers spasmed, and she looked as though she had been thrown into ice water.
She was probably... scared.
After all, everything about Yang Yong followed the ways of an evil cultivator.
If the Transcendents of this world could be divided into a category called "evil cultivators," Yang Yong would probably rank near the top.
Yang Yong: Basic stuff. Hold your applause!
After dealing with the matter, everyone returned to Mechanical City's Outer City First Hotel.
As soon as they entered, Front Desk Robot 001 enthusiastically greeted them.
It wore that same unchanging smile, its voice gentle and polite. "Hello! You're back."
No one wanted to bother with him.
Everyone returned to their own rooms.
That battle had truly been exhausting.
Especially for Yang Yong, who had coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Although his current physical toughness meant those injuries were nothing fatal, he still needed to recover properly.
He closed the door.
The room fell quiet.
Only then did Yang Yong notice that his right hand was still trembling slightly.
Those exchanges of punches with the Zombie King had left something behind.
He lowered his head to look at the back of his hand. Several black threads were wriggling faintly in the gaps in his Bone Armor.
They were thin, so thin they were almost invisible, but they were moving like living things, trying to burrow into his bones.
Yang Yong's expression darkened.
He formed a hand seal with one hand, conjuring a ball of flame in his palm and pressing it against the back of his hand.
The black