"We're going to die horribly this time. This Mechanical Warrior is terrifying; it's not something a human can handle. Even a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator might not be able to deal with it."
Despair washed over the faces of Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue. In their wildest dreams, they had never imagined this treasure-hunting adventure would cost them their very lives.
However, Zhang Bin wasn't the least bit despairing; he remained as calm as ever. He stared intently at the Mechanical Warrior and slowly said, "Tell me, do you really have to kill us? Are we truly of no use whatsoever?"
He was clearly grasping at straws, trying to buy time.
"HEH HEH HEH... You have disturbed the Master's slumber. A capital offense." The Mechanical Warrior sneered, ready to order an attack and annihilate Zhang Bin and his companions. But its body suddenly stiffened, its head flashing red as a shrill alarm blared from within its head.
The sound was strange. It was definitely an extraterrestrial language.
