At this moment, outside the treasury's main hall.
"What do we do, Lord Fenn?"
Quite a few treasury guards looked nervously at Immortal Saint Fenn. No one paid any attention to the insignificant Xia Ping anymore. Even the Doomsday Bell had been rung, signaling a calamity that would wipe out their race.
The entire race now stood at the brink of life and death. They did not even know whether they could survive such a disaster themselves, so how could they possibly have the mind to deal with Xia Ping?
"What do we do? How the hell would I know what to do?"
Fenn immediately wanted to curse out loud. This was a calamity that would exterminate their race. The human Saints had invaded in full force and had even deployed a supreme-grade Saint artifact. It was obvious they intended to put the Illusion Race to death.
Under such circumstances, even Primordial Ancient Saints might not survive, much less him, an Immortal Saint whose strength was hardly worth mentioning among Saints.
Still, he held it in. After all, he was an Immortal Saint, a lofty powerhouse untouched by worldly dust. He could not lose face before these mortals.
At that moment, Xia Ping stepped forward and looked coolly at Fenn. "Fenn, there's no need for you to think about what to do. Based on what you just said, you deserve to die without a burial ground. Have you decided how you want to die?"
"Shut up! A mere ant dares act wildly here? You won't be entering the black prison today. I'll kill you right now and see who can save your life today."
Hearing this, Fenn flew into a rage. It was bad enough that he could not deal with this calamity, but this little ant Bati actually dared