After Liu Zhu was sent flying by a punch from the mech, the little Daoist lying on the ground finally managed to get back up.
With the young man riding the ox, who had been maintaining the formation, dead, the formation naturally shattered and failed.
Thus, the city's residents returned after taking a trip through the gates of hell.
But after bleeding from all seven orifices and enduring so much pain—
None of them could even stand. They lay on the ground, groaning in agony.
"Big Brother, aren't we going to deal with that guy pretending to be Miss Xue?"
Even after getting up, the little Daoist was still shaken. That fellow had truly frightened her.
Like a venomous snake lurking at her side, coldly watching her.
He had left a massive psychological scar on the already timid girl.
"Of course we are. He's definitely dead, so don't waste the inheritance."
As Tang Yu spoke, he rummaged through the young ox rider's corpse for loot. As for the old man with the cane, the mech had crushed him in one grip, leaving not even his storage ring behind.
"What was that thing called again?"
After picking up a storage ring and some miscellaneous items, Tang Yu looked at the mech and asked.
"Iron Rider. My designation is 7274. You may address me that way."
"Alright, 7274. Next time, don't crush people. It affects the drops."
Tang Yu reminded him. No matter how small the gain, it was still a gain. A person had to know how to manage a household—spend where needed, save where possible.
"Understood, Iron Rider. Shall I transport you over to collect the inheritance?"
"Take me over. Bring my friend too."
"Understood. To save time, I will throw you there."
Having said that, 7274 grabbed Tang Yu