Zhou Yan flew out from the ravine, and he looked toward the previous battlefield. There, the three mechanical puppets that had transformed into Hou Ling'er, Gu Xi, and the man in the black robe had disappeared, their life or death unknown.
This place, however, was even more empty, without a trace of anyone.
As Zhou Yan was deep in thought, suddenly, a giant steel claw emerged from the soil beneath him, abruptly grabbing at his legs.
The sword in Zhou Yan's hand instinctively slashed out, and at that moment, several rays of white light shot out from the soil, instantly transforming into four iron puppet men in black robes, surrounding Zhou Yan in one fell swoop.
Zhou Yan's heart tightened, and a sense of unease arose within him.
These mechanical puppets could still transform in this place. Although they lost the abilities of a cultivator, their physical capabilities were almost completely unaffected!
And the strength of their bodies was extremely formidable, to say the least!
