Yang Yong felt the oppressive sensation around him, as though he were trapped in a cage, rapidly fading.
The "creases" in the air were smoothed away layer by layer, and the once-distorted space regained its normal flow.
It had broken.
Yang Yong's gaze sharpened, and he roared into the radio:
"Now! Go as fast as you can!"
The Demoness Pickup Truck shot out first, its blue body becoming a streak of light.
The three off-road vehicles followed close behind, then the large truck Jiang Meng was driving.
The convoy raced wildly across the wasteland, charging into the distance.
Meanwhile, inside the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, Yang Yong rapidly refined the Head Monsters he had just devoured.
Piercing howls kept rising from inside the furnace.
The Head Monsters tumbled, struggled, and melted in the flames, their twisted faces flickering in the firelight.
One face among them was exceptionally quiet.
That bald head.
Its eyes were closed, its expression peaceful, even bearing the faintest hint of a smile.
The instant the flames engulfed it, Yang Yong saw its lips move, as though it had said something.
Perhaps "thank you," perhaps "release."
Or perhaps it had said nothing at all.
But that no longer mattered.
The flames of the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace were enough to cut off everything.
The Head Monsters' connection to the outside world was completely severed.
Yang Yong looked past the furnace flames toward the distant horizon.
The Man-Faced Centipede, its segments already disconnected, still stood there, like a black silhouette pinned against the gray sky.
It did not pursue them. It merely watched in silence.
Hundreds of Head Monsters were scattered across the wasteland.
They had still been chasing the convoy, but now, as though they had received some command, they stopped moving one after another.
They turned their heads