Three cultivators ahead used the power of a formation to intercept them, while seven more cultivators came from behind to block them. The four cultivators of the Qiang Hui Tribe, forced to halt, looked terribly grim.
Victory had been within sight, yet they were now forced to face the encirclement of ten cultivators. The disappointment this caused was self-evident.
"Brother Hu, this may well be the last time we fight in the Ten Thousand Islands Sea Territory. The trump card our clansman possesses should be brought out. Otherwise, you and I may be in danger of falling." Facing the situation before them, a cultivator surnamed Ding glanced at the leading Elder Hu and secretly transmitted his voice.
Of course they had a trump card. Several Old Ancestors of the Qiang Hui Tribe had specifically entrusted it to him, to be used at the most critical moment.
This time, the Qiang Hui Tribe's actual goal was only one token. However, if they could obtain two and take them out of the Ten Thousand Islands Sea Territory, it would undoubtedly bring their tribe tremendous benefits.
Even if they auctioned off one, they could exchange it for a vast amount of precious items or spirit stones.
That would be enough to make up for the forty million spirit stones their tribe had spent to let them participate in this trial.
Of course, most importantly, if they obtained one more token, the rewards awaiting the four of them upon returning to the tribe would be greater. With the Old Ancestors' full assistance, their chances of advancing to the Profound Spirit realm would also increase.
Advancing to the Profound rank could be said to be the matter they valued most at this moment.
That was because none of them had any confidence that they could