Attacked, the Many-Treasured Demon Buddha mechanically raised his right hand and sent out a beam of golden light, which transformed into a Demon-Subduing Pestle.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace waited in midair. Its mouth opened, swallowing it.
Clang, clang, clang. A Curio emerged from the furnace.
Three seconds later, the robot fired another short burst.
The Demon Buddha attacked again...
This time, it was a Golden Umbrella. As its canopy spread open, phantoms of the Eight Classes of Heavenly Dragons appeared across it.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace swallowed it again.
Clang, clang, clang. Another Curio emerged from the furnace.
One. Two. Three. Five. Ten.
A bizarre cycle appeared on the battlefield:
Every three seconds, the robot fired a shot. The Many-Treasured Demon Buddha launched an attack, the attack transformed into a magical treasure, the treasure was swallowed by the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace and hammered into a Curio, and Yang Yong collected it.
The cycle repeated, its rhythm as steady as clockwork. The entire battlefield became a Curio production line.
And the Many-Treasured Demon Buddha was the most dedicated worker on that production line...
He took no wages, wanted no breaks, and delivered on time every three seconds.
Cao Xianming watched from the side, clicking his tongue in wonder. Still chewing grapes, he spoke indistinctly. "Does this... count as fleecing the Demon Buddha?"
But he soon dropped his joking expression.
His gaze turned farther into the distance beyond the window...
There was still no end in sight to the part of Bone City shrouded in Black Mist.
Mechanical City had already flown this far, breaking through the Black Mist Buddha, cleaving the White Bone Bodhisattva apart, and fighting its way to the Many-Treasured Demon Buddha.
Yet as far as the eye could see, endless Black Mist still lay ahead.
This Black Mist