Seven Star Spirits were heavily wounded in a single exchange.
Four of the seven were old men. Of the other three, one had a severed arm, and two were lame.
Jiang Changkong came to the seven. His five senses detected no signs of life from the stone house nearby.
"Why are there only seven of you left in Sin City?" Jiang Changkong asked with a frown.
"They all went out to make traps." One man trembled and hurriedly replied.
Someone immediately pulled out a token. "This is my Sin Token. Please don't kill me."
The other six quickly took out their Sin Tokens as well and handed them to Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong accepted the seven Sin Tokens. "They all went to set traps? Tell me exactly what's going on."
"Yes, yes."
The old man who had struck first nodded repeatedly. "Whenever we obtain Sin Tokens, we know you people are coming to harvest us.
Some leave Sin City and hide in the dense forest, even concealing themselves among the Star Demons to avoid you.
Others set traps and wait for you to walk into your deaths..."
Some joined forces and directly fought against them.
In the past, Sin City itself was usually used as a trap, luring many gifted geniuses here to slaughter them.
But this time was somewhat different. The overlords of the Sin Domain had abandoned Sin City and all gone out.
These seven had wanted to go as well, but they were either crippled or old, and no one thought much of them.
With no other choice, the seven came to Sin City themselves, hoping to find somewhere to hide.
But before they could find a hiding place, Jiang Changkong arrived.
Jiang Changkong said blandly, "I want to ask you about two people. If you have