A race was water; a faction was a boat. Without the water bearing it up, the boat could not move a single step.
"Two million one hundred thousand."
"Two million five hundred thousand."
Hearing the bids, Ye Lin directly raised it by four hundred thousand. He did not have much time now, so he began throwing money around with brute force.
He needed to secure the things he wanted as quickly as possible, then leave. After all, he was far too conspicuous now. Once this avatar left, there would definitely be people with ulterior motives following it.
His main body still needed to come retrieve the avatar. Although the avatar was not much different from the main body, its true combat strength still fell somewhat short. Moreover, the avatar was only at the mid-stage Spirit Transformation realm.
If it were surrounded by three peak Spirit Transformation True Persons, then it would be finished.
He had handed all his Spatial Rings to the avatar, and they contained many of his most precious treasures.
He did not want anything to go wrong with the avatar. Before the Sect Master competition began, the avatar had to return to his side.
Otherwise, once he became the Sect Master of Nameless Mountain, he would be even busier and have no time to retrieve the avatar.
Upon hearing the sky-high price of two million five hundred thousand Survival Points, the various beings who had been bidding earlier all shut their mouths and gave up.
Damn, two million five hundred thousand Survival Points—that was two hundred and fifty thousand Top-Tier Spirit Stones, twenty-five million High-Tier Spirit Stones, two and a half billion Mid-grade Spirit Stones, or two hundred and fifty billion Low-Tier Spirit Stones.
How much was two hundred and fifty billion Low-Tier Spirit Stones? It was