Dream Eater

Within the grand hall of the East Sea Immortal Alliance, the old monsters, their entire bodies decayed and their faces wrinkled, wore vicious expressions.

To them, lifespan and power were things they could never tolerate anyone laying hands on—not even their so-called blood relatives, much less an outsider.

And the foundation of power was the right to distribute existing resources, while the key to extending one's life was closely related to high-order resources in this world.

Thus, the Soul Returning Wood in Lin Chen's possession had created an irreconcilable conflict between them.

These old monsters could never tolerate the Soul Returning Wood being held by someone beyond their control, and Lin Chen could never hand such a thing to a pack of Carrion Eaters who produced no value yet loved fighting for power and profit. Thus, the two sides could not coexist.

Clearly, both sides had realized this. Though they had never met or exchanged a word, their mindsets of wanting to kill the other were coincidentally identical.

After all, the higher-order resources in This World were becoming fewer and fewer, and the shares available were limited. This already concerned Dao Contention, so neither side could retreat.

"Against a Son of Fortune like this, we absolutely cannot make a move before we have absolute certainty. Otherwise, it will be like adding oil and vegetables to the pot—we will continuously deplete our own strength while strengthening him. In the end, as one wanes and the other waxes, we will perish by his hand. So either we do not act, or once we act, we must go all out and leave no room for error!"

Old Monster Yuan Hai's gaze was ice cold, his fingers, dry as branches, tapping against the tabletop.

"Before he falls into the trap, everything must center on