This appearance reminded Yang Yong of the paper figure made by someone of the Paper Craftsman Sequence in the Ou Family Village convoy he had once encountered.
However, the one before him was clearly not a product of the Paper Craftsman Sequence.
What Yang Yong sensed from it was a damp, cold, unnerving aura.
This was a genuine Eerie.
Yet when it saw the fire dragon emerge, it showed no fear at all. Instead, it clapped its hands. "Fun! Fun!"
Then it stretched out its little hand to flick the fire dragon's head.
Bang!
Yang Yong had thought this thing was courting death, but to his surprise...
With a flick from it, the fire dragon's head exploded into flames that filled the air with a bang!
That power...
The sight made the corners of Yang Yong's eyes twitch.
Fuck!
What the hell was this thing?
Why was it so strong?
Couldn't afford to mess with it. Couldn't afford to mess with it...
Time to grovel!
Yang Yong simply withdrew the fire dragon and sealed the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace tight, letting that thing keep knocking on the furnace.
Throughout the descent, the clang, clang, clang, clang never stopped.
The vibrations made Yang Yong wish he were dead.
Unfortunately, he couldn't beat the thing outside, so he could only play dead.
He calculated inwardly:
Once I get back to the ground, I'll have the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace swallow this Little Girl Eerie. Let's see if she still wants to play then.
That was what he thought.
The flight upward had only taken a little over an hour.
The fall took only twenty-odd minutes.
He was about to reach the ground.
Yang Yong carefully sensed the direction of his physical body.
He was just about to steer the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace toward it,