The three before them were actually using a secret art to extract the fortune from that corpse.
"Damn it. Hunting present-age geniuses and refining the fortune from their bodies—do only they know this secret art, or does everyone know it?"
Long Aotian's expression darkened. Hearing his words, Ye Lin and the others immediately came to their senses as well. They understood the deeper meaning behind Long Aotian's words.
If only these three knew this secret art, then the matter would be much easier to handle. They only needed to kill the three of them.
But if all those stowaways knew this secret art, then things would become troublesome.
Then, every present-age genius across the entire Northern Continent... no, across the entire Central Domain, would become prey for these people.
By then, the Central Domain would become a death ground for geniuses. The number of present-age geniuses would plummet, while the fortune carried by those stowaways would only grow stronger.
When that time came, they could unilaterally declare themselves defeated in this battle for fortune.
That would be the true disaster.
The fortune of the Demon Domain converged in the Central Domain. If they lost the war for the Central Domain, then the great age would have nothing to do with them.
After all, there were countless present-age geniuses throughout the Central Domain, and not every one of them possessed combat strength like theirs.
The geniuses of the four continents in particular were like helpless babies before those stowaways, killable at a flick of the hand.
The outcome would be that the geniuses of the four continents, unable to withstand the pressure, would withdraw from the Central Domain one after another. In the end, only their group would remain—the ones ranked near the top of the Genius Ranking.
Those stowaways could