"This old bastard... he was ruthless."
Wang Ye, watching from afar, was utterly stunned. It was truly breathtaking—absolutely breathtaking.
He had his own men carry out such meaningless attacks.
The key was...
This old bastard had actually managed to force out a few more things.
That was the most outrageous part.
After all, the cracks were ultimately dead objects. With enough lives piled into them, flaws would eventually appear, such as gaps in their energy supply.
And what the Great Elder gambled on was precisely that sliver of opportunity.
It could be said that he was ruthless in every sense of the word.
However, judging from the conversation between the Great Elder and the First Generation Ancestor just now, there seemed to be some misunderstanding involved.
If he kindly stepped in and said a few fair words, would he gain something unexpected?
Wang Ye was quite looking forward to that.
Yet even now, Wang Ye still had not fully grasped Zhao Hai's intentions.
What exactly was the point of bringing him here? To seize treasure?
Or to watch this old man put on such a thrilling performance?
The key was that this did not match the keyword Zhao Hai had mentioned before. Zhao Hai had said: stir—
Wang Ye's expression abruptly changed. His mental energy rapidly contracted, his heartbeat gradually slowed to a stop, and his entire body seemed to lose all signs of life.
About half a minute later.
A terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly came from the distant horizon. It seemed that a large group of people was rushing in this direction.
Almost at the same time, the Great Elder noticed that something was wrong.
Even though the items within two of the cracks were about to be within reach, he still decisively shouted, "Retreat!"
All the villagers breathed