Threat

Whether they were Demons or powerhouses from worlds beyond the Abyss, none of those present showed any outward reaction after hearing Evil Corpse's words.

Yet inwardly, everyone became vigilant. Though they had joined the interest group formed by Yang Mu, they all knew Yang Mu's nature well: the greater the profit, the greater the risk.

A venture requiring the involvement of so many Eighth Order powerhouses naturally promised immense profits. But profits that required more than a hundred Eighth Order powerhouses to divide also represented incomparably enormous risks. One misstep, and they might never rise again—not merely possibly, but inevitably.

They were Eighth Order, true, but were there few Eighth Order powerhouses sealed away in the Void?

In the Abyss alone, certain special planes suppressed one Eighth Order powerhouse after another, beings who had once roamed the Void unhindered.

So long as the Abyss did not perish, they would have virtually no chance of escape. And if a danger capable of destroying the Abyss arose, their chances of surviving it would not be great either.

"This time, we will be dividing up a top-tier great world."

The moment Evil Corpse spoke those words, though no one said anything, they all widened their eyes and stared at him as if to say, Are you kidding me?

It was like two provinces of Dragon Kingdom meeting up, only for one of their leaders to tell the others they were going to attack Eagle Sauce.

Uh... if they could, they really would do it.

But in reality, they had absolutely no chance of defeating Eagle Sauce. Without Dragon Kingdom's support, they would more likely be beaten to death.

Still, no one spoke. Yang Mu's actions might be dangerous, but if something had no chance of success whatsoever, Yang Mu would never bring it