As time passed, the price of the Sacred Spirit Spring Water had already reached heights that countless people could only look up at.
The increases from the initial one million Spirit Crystals had dropped to the range of several hundred thousand.
Although the number of people participating in the bidding had decreased considerably, the smell of gunpowder in the air had grown increasingly intense.
"Eight million." The Blood Demon Elder gritted his teeth. This was already the highest price he could offer.
"Eight and a half million." Before the voice had even faded, someone else called out a new bid.
After the Blood Demon Elder sat down, he let out a deep breath. He was no longer qualified to take part in this contest of financial strength.
Strangely enough, although he had now become a spectator of the auction, he did not feel much disappointment. Instead, he felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest.
It was like an event held in the mall, where participating could win the final grand prize. Before the results were announced, every participant would feel anticipation and could not help imagining what it would be like if they won.
But reality often sobered people up. The truth that there was always someone greater beyond others, and a sky beyond the sky, was easy to understand. At that point, they would realize just how laughable their earlier thoughts had been.
After secretly feeling ashamed for a while, they would join the ranks of the spectators and watch others claim the final grand prize with envious eyes. That was what most people would do.
"Eight point seven million."
"Eight point nine million."
"Nine million..."
Compared to before, the calls for bids had slowed considerably, but they still continued to climb at a slow