The Apocalyptic Red Moon Descends, Calamity Mist Covers the Land, and Pollution Is Everywhere

"Yang Yong...! Don't think you can monopolize the ninth level's source essence! This ancient tomb's inheritance should have been mine...!"

The girl turned toward the entrance, killing intent churning in her horizontal pupils.

Her fleshy tendrils abruptly tightened, their scales rising with a fine metallic scraping.

"He's here. Join forces?"

Yang Yong looked at the restless Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Why go to all that trouble?"

He raised his hand, and the Four Yang God-Sealing Banner stirred without wind.

The four patterns on its surface lit up simultaneously, each moving across the banner like a living snake.

The phantom of the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace abruptly expanded, its mouth pointing toward the entrance.

The flames on the furnace changed from blazing white to deep blue. The temperature soared, and the surrounding air began to warp.

"A mere Huang Pi..."

Yang Yong's voice was indifferent, as though he were discussing something insignificant.

"I can suppress him with a wave of my hand."

The furnace's humming reached its peak, and the entire ninth level trembled.

The demon-suppressing runes on the stone walls flashed wildly, their flickering leaving half of Yang Yong's face hidden in shadow and the other half pale in the furnace light.

His gaze was very calm.

Like a hunter watching his prey walk straight into a trap.

Huang Pi's roars drew closer and closer.

Cracks spread continuously across the stone walls, and rubble rained down from the vaulted ceiling.

Huang Pi's aura, mingling decay and greed, surged through the entrance and collided with the ninth level's existing cold mist, sending out rings of air visible to the naked eye.

The girl's fleshy tendrils all rose upright, their scales spreading to expose the dark red flesh beneath.

Her horizontal pupils narrowed to a thin line,