Ordinarily, they were not allowed to act freely.
But now that the Supreme Pure Token had been issued, they could loot as they pleased.
After all, they usually possessed abundant resources, but their consumption was even greater.
As far as they were concerned, the more resources, the better.
What was more, many among them were still in a state where their income could not cover their expenses.
"You dare?!"
Seeing this, the three-headed, six-armed creature ahead let out a roar, and terrifying Quasi-Saint pressure spread in all directions.
Yet before that pressure could spread, the old man blocked it all.
"The old man already gave you a chance. Today, every one of your clansmen behind you will remain here."
"And you, naturally, must die as well."
The old man gave a mysterious smile.
The next moment, one figure after another emerged from the void.
The Quasi-Saints of the ten great divine sects all arrived.
Since the negotiations had fallen apart, then they would fight.
If they could not win, there were still supreme forces behind them. If even the supreme forces could not win, there were even stronger forces beyond them.
In any case, they had nothing to worry about.
As for backing, every force on the entire Origin Continent was their backing.
After all, the Chaos Ancient Clan had taken the initiative to tear up the agreement. Not a single major expert on the Origin Continent would tolerate that.
Once this battle was over, they would naturally report the matter upward. At that time, even stronger experts from the Origin Continent would intervene, and those experts would settle the score with the Chaos Ancient Clan.
So what was there to fear?
Just fight.
They were not fighting alone.
With everyone's interests at stake, who could sit still?
Seeing those