"Kid, why aren't you coming over quickly?"
As Lin Chen was examining those single-blade swords with a curious expression, a voice suddenly sounded.
Behind the figure with the strange object, Zheng He, with peculiar symbols interwoven in his hands, spoke with a bad temper.
With such a reminder, Lin Chen snapped out of it.
He nudged his swollen right cheek toward Xiao Bai by his side, then dragged his tired body towards Zheng He.
Although their distance was only a few hundred meters, due to the poor condition of Lin Chen and Xiao Bai's bodies, the journey was extremely slow.
As they passed the side of that strange object, several of its pupils blinked, as if a fierce aura was erupting from its eyes.
It was an extremely cold gaze.
It was controlled by several priests, but unlike this strange object in front of them, their foreheads were drenched in sweat, and their faces not only showed pain but also resentment.
