Tang Xiaoling raced along with Jiang Ya held aloft, clearing two flights of stairs in the blink of an eye.
Yet the staircase seemed endless, with no finish line in sight.
The two men chasing them were beginning to tire, despite their enhanced physiques.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads, and they began panting lightly.
But all they could think about was that ghost-type Spirit Artifact, and neither would stop.
Each feared that if he slowed even a step, his companion would snatch it first.
A subtle change had already taken place in their minds.
Instead of catching Tang Xiaoling, they now only wanted to outrun each other and claim that backpack for themselves!
Seeing their weary faces, Jiang Ya felt a surge of delight.
She immediately called to Tang Xiaoling, "Lingling, put me down. Those two can't run anymore!"
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoling finally stopped and turned curiously to look.
But when she saw the two men still climbing the stairs, she cried out:
"Oh no! The bad guys are still chasing Lingling!"
With that, she kept running.
Though she was much slower than before, her feet never faltered.
Clearly, the little girl was holding something back and had yet to unleash her full strength!
Unfortunately, that left Jiang Ya suffering up in the air.
Being carried along might have felt nice, but the one carrying her was only a four-year-old little girl!
And to make matters worse, all of this was being livestreamed.
She was a goddess, for goodness' sake. Didn't she deserve some dignity?
"Lingling, could you put me down so we can run together?"
Jiang Ya covered her face with both hands, her question almost a plea.
At the same time, she tried shifting her body to get down.
But whenever she seemed about to slip, tremendous