"...but this is where your journey ends."
In the dark space, the clown's sinister voice echoed.
This gloomy and bleak space, with its evil and unsightly clown and many ugly and grotesque mechanical puppets, had a strange and chilling aesthetic.
Chen Yu fixed his gaze and saw that the person sitting atop the mechanical puppet, made up as a clown, was none other than the Clown Artifact Refiner from the Cultivation Spirit Hall who had helped Chen Yu melt the Golden Phoenix Wing.
However, it seemed that the individual was also a Master of Mechanical Techniques, a Puppet Master...
Apart from Chen Yu, the others did not recognize the clown.
Confronted by the prevailing situation and especially the clown's confident remark, everyone felt the pressure and danger mounting.
Lu Ling also figured the clown was no ordinary person and hard to see through.
The dark-skinned middle-aged man, Lu Ling, and others subconsciously stood together on a united front.
