"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
As the shadow sprang from Yang Ping's sleeve in an instant, the sound of the ticking hands resumed. Poison Fang lunged at the figure and missed, and by the time it regained its senses, the other was already more than five meters away, its featureless face seeming to take an interest in examining the ferocious Poison Fang.
"Oh? Is this the so-called associated demon they talked about?"
The figure's voice sounded like a mix of machinery and gears. Then, its gaze shifted towards Yang Ping, who was clutching his chest and gasping for breath, "You're still alive, huh? It's hard to say whether that's fortunate or unfortunate, for at least if you had simply died just now, you could have departed easily."
"The person Senior spoke of is you guys."
Yang Ping looked directly at the other.
