Yang Yong scoffed.
Having taken a pangolin's form, he had also picked up its instincts, curling up at the first sign of danger, thinking his hard shell could block anything.
The shell was indeed hard enough.
The knife tips bored against it with a piercing metallic screech, sending sparks flying, but failed to break through for the moment.
But that did not matter, because Yang Yong was already standing beside him.
The Four Yang God-Sealing Banner waved.
The Four-Pattern Small Banner swayed gently in his hand, and a little girl flew out of it.
The three thousand throwing knives parted on their own to make a path. The little girl floated down above the pangolin, raised her tiny palm, and slapped down.
Smack.
A muffled thud rang out.
The millstone-sized pangolin was slapped down to the size of a palm.
The shell had not broken, but what was inside...
Was compressed again and again by the rules of that palm strike...
The man was refined alive into a doll-like object, his limbs curled up into a spherical miniature sculpture.
Yang Yong held out his hand.
A throwing knife flew into his palm with the doll impaled on it.
He raised it before his eyes and examined it. "Mm, not bad. I wonder what I can refine from this. I'll keep it for now."
The doll vanished.
A Space Curio?
The spatial power of the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace tucked it away.
Everyone fell silent.
The people from Red Blessing stared at the scene, their eyes wide.
A Space Curio, a Four-Pattern Spirit Banner, three thousand throwing knives, and that female ghost...
Who exactly was this guy?
Long Ya nearly lost her grip on her gun in her excitement. "Master!"
She had thought it would be a long time before Yang Yong