At this moment, Tumo suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His fan-shaped ears twitched as he coldly said, "Someone's coming, getting closer and closer to us."
"Someone's coming?" The few people were stunned.
Inside the treasure, virtually everyone had been killed, with only a few lucky ones escaping.
If it weren't for Zhang Yu's formation trapping them, they would have been dead long ago.
"The fool who seeks death actually comes to deliver himself to it." Xueling's eyes glinted coldly.
"Found them." Mike's gaze slightly focused.
"Qima, I'm sorry, I really wanted to be your man, but it's already too late. The lady is my lifesaver, even if I risk my life, I must take her back." Mike's mind pictured Qima's image.
The first time the two met, Qima was still a seven or eight-year-old little girl.
He remembered being stranded in the streets, almost starving to death, when Qima gave him her only piece of bread.
