Long Ya felt relief wash over her.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside her-lingering fear, but gratitude too.
She looked down at the pendant in her hand, which had returned to normal, and hung it around her neck again.
After this battle, Yang Yong carried even more weight in her heart.
This master she had picked up was far stronger than she had imagined.
As for the fellow who had gone to negotiate with the Eerie, only to be sucked into a dried husk, his corpse still lay on the ground.
Long Ya glanced at him without lingering, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly drove the truck away.
Yang Yong, however, was thinking about those corpses.
Leaving several Transcendents' corpses out in the wilderness like that was far too wasteful.
He controlled the Heavenly Dragon Slash Flying Daggers, sneaking them over to retrieve all the corpses, along with their scattered pieces, and dumped the whole lot into the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace.
Even the smallest scrap counted.
He was desperately short of energy now.
That Eerie just now had not actually been strong. The Black Mist surrounding it had merely made it look imposing.
The energy refined from it was nowhere near enough to rebuild his body-it had barely even been a morsel for Yang Yong.
Yang Yong poured the refined Eerie energy into the work of rebuilding his body.
Deep inside the furnace, dozens of blood vessels in that floating mass of flesh visibly grew a little longer, then...
Shriveled back again.
Not enough energy.
Still not enough.
Blood Moon Energy and Eerie energy-he could not do without either.
Yang Yong increasingly missed... the days when he had enjoyed an unlimited supply of Supernatural Power in Mechanical City.
It was like someone accustomed to spending lavishly suddenly having to scrimp