Elsewhere, Jiang Tang'er had already taken advantage of Song Yan and Ji Zhi's confrontation to rush straight toward Ying Yu.
She had no idea what madness had possessed Song Yan, making him clash head-on with a Golden Core Realm cultivator.
But it was a blessing amid misfortune, rekindling the dead ashes of hope in her heart.
She still had a chance. As long as she seized the Ancient Wheel back from that woman, she could leave the World Beneath the Abyss right now, leave Luo Abyss!
At that moment, Little Butterfly was hiding in a patch of shadow among the ruins, fumbling helplessly with the wheel before her.
"How do you work this thing?!"
This round wheel should be the treasure that controlled that Golden Core Realm puppet. As long as she stopped it, the senior in black could free himself up to help her benefactor Song.
This was also the only thing she could do now.
But although the thing was only palm-sized, it consisted of three concentric rings nested together, each covered in intricate, profound Spirit Marks.
She couldn't understand them-
This was driving her mad!
She muttered under her breath, the phantom butterfly wings behind her fluttering now and then.
She fiddled with the middle ring, then turned the outer ring, but neither did anything.
Why were human things so complicated?!
"Do I turn it like this?"
"Yes, yes, that's right."
"Oh, no, no, that's wrong-"
Just then, she suddenly sensed a streak of spiritual light hurtling toward her.
She poked her head out slightly for a look and met the charging Jiang Tang'er's eyes.
Oh no!
"Treasure-stealing little thief! Die!"
Scared out of her wits, Ying Yu grabbed the wheel, stuffed it into her little pack, and bolted.
As she fled, she shouted, "I'm not a