Qin Yi rummaged through Mo Tianhao and the others, finding three pieces of the Secret Realm Holy Order.
"You can scram now." Qin Yi waved his hand dismissively.
Mo Tianhao's gaze was dark, his teeth clenched tightly, but he dared not say anything. He quickly left with his three companions.
Hmph... If not for the fact that I still have use for you, you wouldn't even have the chance to glare at me, Mo Tianhao. I'd have killed you long ago.
Qin Yi turned around and looked at the injured Silver Armor Warriors.
The Silver Armor Warriors were covered head to toe in armor, wearing high-tech helmets that even shielded their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.
The leading Silver Armor Warrior pressed a protrusion on the side of his helmet, and with a click, the visor opened to reveal a rugged, dark face that seemed to be over fifty years old.
Ha, this helmet is high-tech, Qin Yi smiled.
"I am Cang Ziming. Thank you, young hero, for saving our lives."
