Xia Ping paid no heed to the resentment of those mighty figures he had looted down to their last penny. He unleashed his utmost speed and raced after that golden orb with all his strength.
But when he reached his destination, he found that he had arrived too late.
Several factions had already reached the area. They stood in a horn-shaped formation, balancing and wary of one another, and no one dared to make the first move lightly.
The golden orb hovered in midair. There did not seem to be many pills within it—only three.
Yet these three pills were anything but ordinary. Each was roughly the size of a fist, with countless intricate and profound runes surfacing across its exterior. They radiated potent medicinal power and seemed to possess an exceptionally strong spirituality.
Xia Ping could sense that these three pills seemed alive, having become an alternative form of energy life.
Without a doubt, they had to be the famed saint-grade Creation Pills.
The others had clearly noticed this as well. Their gazes grew even more fervent, their faces revealing determination to claim them at all costs. After all, this was a great opportunity to attain sainthood—no one would let it pass.
I have to get them.
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes and looked over the various factions, finding that he seemed to know them all. Some mighty figures came from the Dark Hall, including Xiang Yuandong and the others.
Others came from the Primordial Sacred Land, led by a mighty figure who seemed to be called Su Chang.
There were also forces from the Buddhist Sect, Angel Race, Demon Race, Ten Thousand Demons Cavern, Elephant Race, ancient species, and more. They too had been drawn here by the golden sphere.
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