"Urgh..."
Everyone covered their noses, and several people began dry-heaving on the spot.
That smell...
It was like a pile of dead fish left rotting for three days, mixed with sewer sludge, doused with a bucket of rancid slop, then left to bake under the blazing midsummer sun.
Yang Yong frowned and looked over.
The lump of flesh on the ground was rotting at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The cords bulging across its surface shriveled one by one, as though someone had pulled the bones out of them.
The flesh, which had still held a bloody hue, rapidly turned grayish-white, then collapsed, liquefied, and flowed away.
It was as though...
Something had been holding that mass of flesh together all along.
Once the mirror extracted that thing, its supporting framework was gone.
The entire mass began to disintegrate irreversibly.
"This is..."
Yang Yong's mind was a muddle.
Just what had been extracted from that mass of flesh?
Without it, the whole lump simply rotted?
For a moment, he was at a loss.
What should I do?
But that confusion lasted less than a second.
Yang Yong pointed a finger, and the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace hummed. A suction force so powerful it almost took solid form surged from its mouth.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The air swirled inward, swallowing the entire rotting, stinking mass of flesh into the furnace.
Clang, clink, clang...
A series of crisp metallic collisions rang out inside the furnace.
Sure enough.
Once the flesh disappeared, a gust of wind instantly dispersed the stench that could have knocked people unconscious.
The air became breathable again.
"Phew..."
Only then did Yang Yong let out a long, stale breath.
But the next second, he sensed something was wrong.
Wrong.
Something was very wrong.
The City Lord of Mechanical