"Listen up, newcomers inside. Come out!" A booming voice suddenly rang out from outside.
Ye Xiwen hurriedly took a single stride and rushed out of the cave abode.
At this moment, not only Ye Xiwen, but the many newcomers who had arrived alongside him in the surrounding area had also emerged, all looking up into the sky.
A tall figure hovered in the air. He was a young man with a wicked smile on his face, his features proud as he looked down on the newcomers with disdain. It was as though he had seen his former self in them, yet there was not a shred of sympathy in him. Instead, there was even a hint of mockery on his face.
"Who are you?" someone shouted.
"Yao Shengyan! Remember this name well. You should all have entered your own Dao Fields already. What comes next is simple—hand over your God Sources!" the youth said with a crooked grin.
"Hand over our God Sources? Why should we?"
The crowd instantly erupted like a pot boiling over. This youth actually wanted them to hand over their God Sources—it was practically asking for their lives. Not everyone was as wealthy as Ye Xiwen, possessing dozens of God Sources. Among them, anyone who had a single God Source could already count themselves incredibly lucky.
Asking them to hand over their God Sources now was no different from demanding their lives. Besides, although they could receive another God Source every two years, they might not even still be in Transformation God Abyss two years later.
A ninety-percent elimination rate was enough to make everyone shudder in fear. They were already lacking confidence to begin with; if even their God Sources were stolen, then even in such a heaven-blessed environment, it would be difficult to ensure