Beneath the bone armor.
Yang Yong did not move a muscle.
His heartbeat did not even quicken.
He remembered something.
...The Eerie.
...Unpredictable.
...Impossible to define.
...Not to be trusted.
How could he trust something that spouted nothing but lies?
Yang Yong did not consider himself smart.
But he was not stupid enough to count the money for someone who had sold him out.
This red figure before him...
Now he understood completely.
Although this fellow looked decent and seemed somewhat different from the Eerie that had charged out of the passage...
They were the same at their core.
They came from the same place.
The same place that wanted to break through the boundary.
This red figure had come to him for one purpose alone: to persuade him.
Persuade him to do what?
Yang Yong did not know.
Nor did he need to know.
Because he remembered very clearly what City Lord Sevian had said...
"They're afraid of me."
Sevian was asleep now.
But Mechanical City was still in his hands.
That city, that Shield, that axe strike...
Those were the greatest deterrents against this pack of Eerie.
The red figure's behavior before him also proved that, in reverse.
She was afraid.
She feared...
That axe strike Sevian had unleashed while controlling Mechanical City.
At that thought, Yang Yong moved.
He crooked his hand.
Far away on the Artifact-Refining Platform, the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace suddenly shuddered.
As though sensing his summons, the furnace rose from the platform, turned into a streak of light, and passed through building after building, through walls, through the air...
Then emerged from inside Yang Yong.
Yes.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace had emerged from within his body.
The furnace spun with a low hum, hovering before Yang Yong.
Fire burned within it, a dark red