If Cao Xianming's data hadn't warned him that something even more terrifying lurked deep in the black mist, Yang Yong would have wanted to charge straight in and see just who was there.
Even Bone City's watchdogs could turn into Curio Materials. How many truly good things must there be inside?
What a pity.
Just then, without any warning-
Hum.
Yang Yong was dragged into the illusion again.
A sense of oppression swept over him.
He knew that feeling all too well, so well that even the gaps between his bones were trembling.
He looked up and saw a figure so enormous that words could not describe it.
Holy shit, it was that giant.
The last time he had seen him, the giant hadn't noticed him yet.
But this time was different. The moment Yang Yong appeared, the giant's gaze fell on him.
Yang Yong's Great Chaos Warship was like a speck of dust before the giant.
He could even feel the ship he controlled groaning under the unbearable weight of the giant's gaze.
The giant glanced at him.
Just once.
Yang Yong could feel it...
That gaze swept over his hull, over the Four Yang God-Sealing Banner, over the Nine Nether Bone Armor, and over the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace inside him.
That gaze paused twice: once between Yang Yong's brows, and once on the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace in his lower abdomen.
Then the giant seemed to lose interest and looked away.
Before Yang Yong could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the giant raise a hand.
That finger passed through the void, without any flourish or accompanying ability.
It was just an ordinary finger, bearing the most primal, purest intent to "crush," pressing toward him.
Yang Yong wanted to move, but... he couldn't.
The Great Chaos Warship around