Loss
"Retreat!"
In the end, both the Human Race and the Saint Moon Clan tore through space and fled.
"Fifty percent! Our clan is willing to offer fifty percent of the Treasure Vault, as long as the Quasi-Saint takes action!!" The Golden Winged Great Peng instantly panicked and directly named the highest price in his heart.
Then, a massive bubble suddenly appeared in the sky. Within the bubble were the Human Race and Saint Moon Clan members who had fled through space.
At this moment, the expressions of the White-haired Old Man and his three disciples turned grim. The situation he feared most had appeared.
A Demon Race Quasi-Saint had acted. They had no choice but to use their greatest trump card.
"Younger Brother, I've dragged you into this one. In a moment, have your avatar self-destruct together with these Saint Moon Clan puppets."
"The four of us, master and disciples, are also preparing to self-destruct. It's just a pity that we won't be taking a single item from the Golden Winged Great Peng Treasure Vault with us."
"All these years of work have been for nothing." The white-haired old man sighed.
At this time, Xu Fan was weighing whether it was worth it for him to act.
"Older Brother, how many crystals of Profound Yellow Qi did you obtain in the Demon Race?"
"And how many Time Treasures are there?" Xu Fan asked in secret.
"There are ninety-seven crystals of Profound Yellow Qi. After all, the Demon Race wouldn't keep all of their Profound Yellow Qi under protection."
"As for Time Treasures, there are slightly more than the last batch I gave you." The white-haired old man replied swiftly.
"Older Brother, I want eighty crystals of Profound Yellow Qi, because I'll need to expend them when I act shortly."