"Listen closely, little mouse, if you dare pull any tricks... I will make you regret coming into this world."
These words, coming from someone else's mouth, might not be very daunting, but when spoken by the Undead Mage, they were imbued with an entirely different meaning.
Zhuangzhuang dared not dawdle and let out a shriek, scrambling forward on all fours.
"Yes—!"
Luo Yan then turned to the other Mole People, pointing with his magic wand at Zhuangzhuang's receding figure.
"You follow him."
"If he takes the wrong path, remember to remind him."
The Mole People unanimously screeched in response, quickly catching up to Zhuangzhuang's pace.
"Yes!!!"
...
Behind the Mechanical Temple was another spacious hall.
However, unlike the previous Mechanical Temple, this place didn't have as many complex, peculiar parts, nor heaps of garbage piled up. Instead, rows upon rows of densely packed metal shacks crowded the ground of the hall, resembling the shelves of a logistics company.