But the problem was that everyone's interests had now suffered losses.
The male cultivator who spoke looked coldly at the people before him.
"Since they don't intend to let us have an easy time, then nobody gets to keep playing."
Someone slapped the table and rose in fury.
"We spent so many spirit stones in this Outer City, and these worthless trash still won't sell their lives for us?"
"What do you mean?"
Several people present exchanged glances.
"Doesn't he like causing trouble in person? Then let's make it big."
The male cultivator took a deep breath. "Gather all the supplies below and release them all at once in the least-regulated part of the Outer City."
"Call in everyone we can. Since he wants to play, then we'll play this game with them to the bitter end!"
The group exchanged looks, each seeing a measure of misgiving in the others' eyes.
"If we do this, won't it draw the Alliance into the fray? This was originally just a minor scuffle kept in the shadows. If we bring it into the open, then even if the Alliance doesn't want to interfere, they'll have no choice but to."
At the end of the day, everyone knew perfectly well that the Outer City had emerged because every faction was digging away at the Alliance's foundations.
But some things could be said but not done, while others could be done but not said.
No matter how powerful a cultivator was, they could not spend every waking moment watching everyone's thoughts and controlling them. If people were to obey the rules of their own accord, there had to be corresponding public credibility.
It did not really matter that the various sects cultivated their own pawns in the Outer City and used the opportunity to chip