"We... We never said we wanted to fight you." The two men hurriedly explained in fright.
"Interesting. Since you stepped forward just now and even walked toward me, if you weren't here to kill me, could it be that you wanted to give me some treasures?"
Hearing Yi Yun's words, the Ghost Race warrior's brows twitched. He gritted his teeth and said respectfully, "Y-yes, you're right. I did indeed come to offer you treasures."
As he spoke, the Ghost Race warrior tremblingly removed his Space Ring. Saying he had come to offer treasures was practically brain-dead behavior, but he had a keen eye and understood the principle that one could avert disaster by sacrificing wealth. He offered up his entire fortune, asking only to preserve his life.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
Beside him, the Soul Race warrior rubbed his Space Ring, still unable to bear giving it up. He turned to look into the teleportation array. There, the Soul Race powerhouse who belonged to the same faction as him had not stepped forward for him either.
That man was his senior apprentice-brother. Although far stronger than him, he probably would not gain any advantage in a fight against the human man before them. Their relationship as fellow disciples was merely ordinary, and the other party clearly had no intention of standing up for him.
After realizing this, the Soul Race warrior's heart sank halfway to rock bottom. He gritted his teeth and removed his Space Ring as well.
"You're quite sensible." The corners of Yi Yun's lips curled up as he casually beckoned.
"Whoosh!"
The two Space Rings flew into Yi Yun's hand. After briefly probing them, Yi Yun found nothing wrong with either ring.
Both men came from major