chapter 1270 ?Ancient town

Deep in the dense forest, twelve figures lay on the ground, their eyes wide open and the color on their faces gradually fading.

"Ah, they've lost me, they intentionally led that brat in circles, fearing I would track them down, right?"

Old Mr. Johnston shook his head, returned to where he had parked, and drove away.

Meanwhile, Mateo followed Bart and Mortimer out of the forest and towards a small clan.

By this time, it had already grown dark. They reached a small town,...