Southern Wasteland.
The Vulture Great Sage beat his wings with all his might, but the space around him was like a swamp filled with mud. Distances he could once cross with ease had become impossibly difficult to traverse.
He turned around and saw three Azure Dragon Dragon Marquis staring coldly at him, as if they were amusing themselves by teasing prey caught in their hands.
The Vulture Great Sage sighed inwardly and stopped fleeing.
He landed on the ground and transformed into a bald, middle-aged man of about forty. He cupped his hands toward the three Dragon Marquis. "Gentlemen, I admit defeat!"
"As the saying goes, one gives up wealth rather than life. The blood essence is here. Please be magnanimous and spare me."
As he spoke, the Vulture Great Sage waved his hand, and ten containers appeared before him.
"It's all here."
One Dragon Marquis stepped forward and casually picked up a container. The moment he opened its seal, a surge of bloodline pressure spilled out.
Watching the three Dragon Marquis inspect the goods, the Vulture Great Sage sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, wealth must never be flaunted!
Ever since they had exposed the blood essence at the auction, they had been targeted by the human race.
They had clearly made meticulous arrangements, yet in the end, all their efforts had come to nothing.
Did the human race meddle? A thought arose in the Vulture Great Sage's mind, but he quickly dispelled his suspicions.
First, they had not suffered any attacks within Great Xuan. Everything had begun the moment they left Great Xuan.
By rights, the human race should not have known their route!
Of course, it was possible that the human race had held something back. Yet those who had besieged them had come from the Demon Race and