Beyond the Celestial Ladder passage.
The blood-colored altar.
Gu Ang, the Heavenly Dragon Clan's two-headed dragon, and the seductive Ten-Thousand Bone Crisp were still there. The five members of the Nine-Headed Clan had not left either.
Even the boar demon and black bear demon, whose presence was so weak they were practically just making up the numbers, stood silently behind the arrogant man without saying a word. They knew their place. Whether Dongfang, the Central Divine Temple's foremost strategist, won this battle, or Yue Titan, that miracle boy from the Heaven-Piercing Tower, turned the tide, neither outcome was something they could influence or comment on.
The only thing they could do was wait quietly.
Wait for the result.
Then follow the final victor.
Because Dongfang had previously promised everyone that those who remained, so long as they did not aid the Heaven-Piercing Tower's warriors, would each receive a share of the treasures within the Ruins of the Gods. Before Dongfang broke his word or turned hostile, no one was willing to refuse such a benefit that had practically fallen from the sky. As Dongfang and Yue Titan fought like two tigers, they merely had to stand by with folded arms to gain a share of the profits and divide a portion of the spoils. This was simply the easiest, most comfortable division of benefits in the history of the Heaven Realm—and also the most once-in-a-thousand-years, once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity in its history.
"Dongfang has this in the bag." Great Slaughter God Tu Wan's attitude gradually became more overbearing, recovering the haughty bearing of a Divine Rank powerhouse. That was because the Demon Dragon had left, and no one was stepping on his head anymore. "I thought that with the Demon Dragon backing him, that brat Yue Titan might still have a chance