Yang Yong bulldozed his way forward.
He used only the Heavenly Dragon Slash.
That unusual weapon, refined a second time and expanded to three thousand throwing knives, now displayed terrifying combat efficiency.
The throwing knives spun into a massive metal tornado centered on Yang Yong, shredding and knocking down every enemy that approached.
Yet he deliberately suppressed the Heavenly Dragon Slash's power.
Yang Yong dared not go all out. He had not even unleashed half its killing power.
He feared that hitting too hard would scare away that final segment of the centipede's body far out on the horizon.
He had yet to figure out exactly how that Man-Faced Centipede's consciousness was structured.
Was it a single, unified consciousness controlling all its divided bodies?
Or was each head an independent life?
He did not know.
This was his first encounter with this kind of Eerie, and he dared not gamble.
He could only stick to the safest approach: get close first, then strike to kill.
Just as Yang Yong was about to reach... that remaining half of the centipede's body, his expression abruptly changed.
Something... had attacked his mind.
A blade-sharp surge of psychic energy pierced his mind without warning.
It felt as though someone had driven a red-hot iron skewer straight through his temple.
Pain.
Yang Yong's vision suddenly went black. He swayed atop the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, nearly plunging to the ground.
Had the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace not instinctively held him up, he would have fallen headfirst into... the densely packed mass of Head Monsters below.
"Psychic attack!"
Yang Yong bit hard into the tip of his tongue. The intense pain instantly brought him back to his senses.
The Evil Eye between his brows snapped open, and an invisible surge of psychic power poured out.
It formed a