Seeing that he had somewhat intimidated everyone present, Fred finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he had not betrayed Mr. MacArthur's trust!
This time, Mr. MacArthur had granted him the highest level of authority. If necessary, he could even activate the Descent Military Formation.
Fortunately, it had not been wasted.
As the Sacred Body grew increasingly powerful and the situation became more complicated, they had all begun to think about grabbing their current gains and running.
There was no helping it. For some inexplicable reason, everyone around them was growing stronger at a mad pace, while they alone had barely improved.
In this world where people devoured one another without even spitting out the bones, their group, holding a military formation in their hands, was simply far too vulnerable.
Not even mentioning the first batch of powerful outsiders—once the ancient race Saints gradually awakened, they had already found themselves struggling to hold on.
Fortunately, their luck was good. They had suddenly discovered that the territory they occupied was connected to the world's terrestrial veins. It seemed to have once been a defensive grand formation laid down by a Quasi-Emperor, which Mr. MacArthur had successfully discovered and activated.
That was how they had managed to hang on until now and secure another round of gains.
This alone showed that destiny was on their side!
Combined with the agreement Xu Yue had accepted, which meant they could call upon a Quasi-Emperor for help if necessary, and the fact that they could borrow an Ancient Emperor Weapon from the ancient races when needed, they had been snatching chestnuts from the fire all the way.
They kept recruiting allies while consolidating their gains.
With the arrival of this rare great era, they had indeed needed to keep their heads down at first, but