With a bitter smile, Dark Blood turned his head toward Lin Qi with difficulty. "Bone-Carving Knife Sugra, I acknowledge who you are! We also know that you're a profit-mad scoundrel! If we let you take everything here, so long as you help us find someone, can you help us destroy this damned metal puppet?"
Lin Qi's eyes flickered. He gave Dark Blood a cold glance and said blandly, "I don't trust you."
Dark Blood hurriedly said, "We can swear soul oaths! We are not Yaoguang Heavenly Maiden's true body, the Thousand-Eyed Phantom Mirage. We of the Netherblood Clan place incomparable importance on soul oaths, because once we violate one, our souls will immediately collapse and our bodies disintegrate."
With a whoosh, the metal puppet threw a lightning-fast punch at Dark Blood. Dark Blood had focused all his attention on this bizarre metal puppet. His body flashed aside, swiftly evading the attack, before he took a deep breath. "We only want to take one person away. Is that still not enough for you? Sugra, since you know of our Netherblood Clan, you should know just how seriously we take soul oaths!"
The five Netherblood clansmen had been driven into a miserable state by the metal puppet, cursing all the way as they fled in disarray beneath its attacks. Watching the five Netherblood clansmen leap and sprint about, Lin Qi could not help sneering—if Dark Blood and the others joined forces to attack him, even Lin Qi would have a headache. At the very least, he had no particularly good way to kill these fellows, and the long needle's two chances to attack had already been used up by Lin Qi.
Yet one thing was born to counter another. The Myriad Evil Bloodflame on the metal puppet, which posed no real threat