"Someone else is approaching."
At the edge of the barrier around the thirty-first passage of the Sacred Eagle Hall.
Several teams looked up. Though they came from different empires, at that moment they all gazed into the distance in perfect unison, staring fixedly at the unidentified figure in the sky.
Amid the clouds.
Fang Yi flew at high speed, flashing through the air to the edge.
"Master," Perfect said from his shoulder as she scanned the area. "Counting our targets and the people from the other empires, there are now more than 1,700 people gathered at the Sacred Eagle Hall."
"No rush. Let's make some preparations before we act." Rather than charge straight into the crowd, Fang Yi flew around the other half of the Sacred Eagle Hall.
At this.
Many assumed Fang Yi was looking for a less crowded spot from which to enter the hall.
"That brat dared to come to the Sacred Eagle Hall alone. If he isn't waiting for his companions, he's probably planning to sneak into the center of the hall to perform the synthesis ritual—"
"That's right. It's possible."
"We can't rule out that everyone else on his team is dead, leaving only him. If that's the case, he should be carrying quite a haul."
Quite a few members of the teams began harboring malicious intentions.
As the various groups pondered and discussed, similar remarks began circulating through all their teams.
"Wait, haven't I seen that guy before? I remember now! He's a scavenger! He's shown up on plenty of battlefields and among packs of exotic beasts. He definitely has plenty of blood eagle stones."
"Why don't we follow him and take a look? If we're right, with the two thousand-odd blood eagle stones our brothers will be bringing when they arrive, plus his—if