688 The Wrath of the Abyssal Strange Beast

As Ye Qin's words fell... the faces of Dou Hongshan... and the Nascent Soul cultivators around her, including Zuo Gu, all changed. Nearly all of them could not help taking a slight step back.

"There are still two portions of spirit paste!"

"Only those who live have a chance to obtain them!"

Ye Qin's words undoubtedly struck at the strongest desire in their hearts.

In this world, what could be more alluring to Nascent Soul cultivators like them than breaking through to the Spirit Transformation realm?!

Their side had more than twenty mid- to late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Compared with Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger, they indeed held an absolute advantage in numbers.

But every one of these Nascent Soul cultivators harbored, to varying degrees, selfish motives.

The living might not necessarily get a share, but the dead absolutely would not. The longer one lived, the greater the hope of obtaining one of the final two portions of spirit paste. Charging at the front and battling Ye Qin, a top-tier twenty-cycle cultivator, was undoubtedly a hard way to live long; in the end, it would only benefit others.

Especially after that fat cultivator met such a miserable death, they remained rooted to the spot before Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger, no longer daring to rashly rush forward. Letting others go to their deaths was naturally for the best—it meant fewer people competing for the spirit paste.

A bunch of useless trash! Qingqiu Li could not help cursing inwardly. She clearly held an overwhelming advantage, yet at this critical moment, they had turned weak and powerless, unable to take down Ye Qin.

Naturally, she herself would not charge at the front.

With the spirit paste, she could break through into the Spirit Transformation realm. Once she retrieved the sacred relic, Gray