The sky was obscured by a dense swarm of Locust Battleships, making it impossible to identify which warship the sound came from, nor could anything hidden behind the fleet be seen.
Sigler Palm could confirm that he hadn't obtained any crystals.
All he got from the ancient relics was this mecha, and through this mecha, he intended to plunder more relics—this was his perfect plan!
As for this strange voice speaking of... humans?
Which human?
Sigler Palm frowned and scanned around.
His vision marked seventeen human figures, which rapidly enlarged before his eyes as he willed them.
"Wait a moment."
Sigler's eyebrows suddenly furrowed together, and moments later, a look of excitement and cruelty appeared in his eyes.
"It truly is 'search high and low only to find it by pure chance'... Mu Fan! Let's settle our scores now."
Through the mecha, that cold voice spread in all directions at this moment.
The undisguised killing intent in Sigler made those who heard it feel icy cold.
