His Bone Armor-clad fist slammed into the chest of the nearest Molten Flame Prison Puppet.
Its Fire-Rock Shell shattered on the spot, sending fragments flying.
The fragments landed on the scorched earth, still burning.
The thing's body folded backward like a clay jar struck by a sledgehammer.
Before it even hit the ground, Yang Yong's second punch arrived.
Punch after punch hammered into the Prison Puppet.
Every punch carried the residual heat of the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace. Wherever the force of his punches swept past, the Prison Puppet's body became like a crumpled wad of paper.
The remaining Prison Puppets tried to charge forward.
The White Bone Ring flew from Yang Yong's wrist, tracing an arc through the space.
Every Prison Puppet that approached exploded into a cloud of fiery mist upon being struck by the ring.
Before the fiery mist could disperse, the White Bone Ring sucked it in.
The cracks in the ring narrowed a little more.
"Smells so good!" the childish voice cried excitedly. "It's all delicious!"
Yang Yong ignored it.
He looked toward Huang Pi in the distance.
Huang Pi was standing beside a Magma Pool.
A circle of light lay beneath his feet, seemingly the marking of some formation.
He formed a hand seal with one hand and pressed the other against empty space.
Yang Yong could not understand what he was doing, but he could sense a strange power being drawn out from deep within the space.
That power... wanted to drive him out of this space.
"Trying to kick me out?" Yang Yong stared coldly at him. "Get over here."
He sprang forward.
With the Bone Armor on, he was nearly twice as fast as usual.
His feet left a string of deep pits in the scorched earth, sending gravel flying.
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