Forged by the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace, it had been the first offensive magical artifact that truly belonged to him.
It had accompanied him through countless deadly situations and slain countless Eerie, his most reliable companion in the apocalypse.
Now, to stay alive and protect the convoy, it had self-destructed.
Heartache stabbed at him like countless needles.
But.
He had no time to grieve. Mustering his last ounce of strength, he roared toward the driver's seat.
"Go! Full speed ahead!"
There was no need for his orders.
The drivers of every vehicle had already floored their accelerators, their engines roaring wildly.
Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, the farm truck was the first to burst through the encirclement of Eerie and onto the road in the darkness.
Close behind came the neighboring convoy's off-road vehicles and motorcycles;
Then came Zheng Xiaofeng's and Wang Ying's two off-road vehicles;
Last came the bus packed with survivors and the tanker truck.
Every driver was practically stomping the accelerator into the fuel tank. Engines roared, headlights pierced the darkness, and everyone had only one thought.
Faster! Faster still!
One moment too slow, and we'll be food for the Eerie!
On the roof, Yang Yong collapsed, gasping for breath as his vision gradually blurred.
But.
Just then.
To his surprise, he discovered.
Wisps of pale golden energy, carrying a warm aura.
They gathered from all directions, surging toward the dantian in his chest.
There, a small, pitch-black vortex slowly emerged-
The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had reacted!
Something stirred in Yang Yong's mind, but he had no strength to investigate.
The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace took the residual energy dispersed by the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors' self-destruction and the pure Eerie Qi left behind after countless Eerie had their souls utterly destroyed.
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