The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace abruptly expanded.
The furnace seemed enraged. Its mouth opened wide, and crimson flames gushed out.
All the yin energy, ghost energy, and gu energy throughout the Eerie Domain were pulled by an irresistible force, converging on the furnace's mouth.
The houses sealed by vines, the hosts lying on dry grass, and even the Gu Shadows trembling in the darkness were all dragged out by that force.
When the first man flew into the air, Yang Yong saw his face clearly.
At some point, the man had opened his eyes.
His eyeballs bulged terribly, his pupils unfocused. His mouth gaped as he desperately tried to shout something, but only breathy rasps escaped his throat.
"No... no..."
He looked as though he had just jolted awake from a dream, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Why am I here?"
"What happened to me?"
"My belly..."
He lowered his head to look at his belly.
Then... his screams grew even more agonized.
"No! Help me! I don't want to die!"
Yang Yong remained unmoved.
He had heard far too many cries like these.
In the apocalypse, people died every day.
Some died heroically, some died pathetic deaths, and some could not even close their eyes in death.
But after hearing enough of it, a person grew numb.
"Stop that howling."
Yang Yong said flatly, "You died long ago."
"What's waking up now is just a little lingering consciousness."
The man could not take any of it in. He kept struggling desperately, his limbs clawing wildly at the air.
But the more he struggled, the more violently the thing in his belly moved.
The faint imprint of a little hand appeared against his belly, followed by a little foot, as though something was desperately trying to burrow out.
Yang