Wherever the wave passed, the wild grass instantly withered. Even the soil turned dark brown, as though it had been burned.
At the edge of the wave, a few field mice that had failed to escape twitched their four little feet, then stiffened, belly-up.
"Swine fever..."
Yang Yong cursed under his breath.
The bastard had actually cultivated a pig's abilities.
"Yezi, don't touch that plague gas. Come back."
With a thought, he recalled all the vines.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace spun and swiftly rose more than a dozen yards, avoiding the spreading ring of grayish-yellow gas.
Seeing him withdraw his attack, the pig-headed man thought he was afraid. Growing even more brazen, he charged into the air with his rake over his shoulder.
"Get down here!"
The rake swept straight toward the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, carrying billowing grayish-yellow gas.
Its teeth sliced through the air, leaving thin, dark-yellow trails, as though they had corroded the air itself.
Yang Yong neither dodged nor retreated.
The furnace lid sprang open with a clang.
A cold white light flew out of the furnace. Like an unfolded sheet of letter paper, it drifted lightly toward the rake.
The pig-headed man smashed his rake into the white light.
The expected crash never came.
The white light passed right through the rake, like a breeze slipping around a branch.
The next moment, the pig-headed man felt a chill inside his skull.
His eyes suddenly lost focus, and his entire pig face went slack.
"Holy... Lord?"
He let go of the rake and raised both hands into the air, as though embracing something invisible.
"Holy Lord! Have you come to take me away?"
"I... I've finished raising all the holy fetuses. Look, look!"
He dropped to his knees with a thud and desperately kowtowed toward empty space.