At this moment, within the maze of Mechanism City, in the area of a hall, there were a dozen figures, all with vicious looks, surrounding a black-clad girl.
"Little girl, still running? Let's see where you can run this time!"
An insidious smile suddenly appeared on Elder Xi's face.
Although they hadn't found any trace of Ling Chen, they had found Ling Yin. At least it wasn't a complete loss.
"A few old dogs, skilled at chasing people, huh."
Ling Yin slightly furrowed her brows, then let out a cold snort, with little fear in her eyes.
"Hehe, sharp-tongued little girl, your mouth is as annoying as that brat Ling Chen's."
With an indifferent expression, Saint Qian Yan looked at Ling Yin. A cold glint flashed deep in his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "Hand over that Saint-level puppet to me, or even with the Heavenly Eye Ancestor backing you, it will be of no avail, and you'll suffer more flesh wounds."
