The Black Tower Tribe was one of Mulberry Elm Island's oldest powers, having migrated there in the earliest days of the island's development. Naturally, the guests present knew it well and could even recognize its exclusive VIP room. The island lord had granted that room expressly in recognition of the tribe's seniority. Otherwise, how could these "pauper barbarians," whose entire tribe possessed less wealth than many lone cultivators, qualify for an exclusive VIP room?!
After a thousand years of silence, the Black Tower VIP room had stunned countless people by opening with the "astronomical price" of "six hundred thousand." Then it had called out a staggering "one million," trapping its thousand-year blood enemy, the Lifen Tribe, in a pit of ruin.
Although the auction was still proceeding in orderly fashion, everyone knew that considerable upheaval must have followed behind the scenes of that sale. A storm of blood might already have broken out.
Now it was happening again...
An upper-grade fifth-tier mermaid was indeed extremely useful and valuable, even as a mere demon soul. However, the Black Tower Tribe was a fairly conventional Barbarian Tribe without any outstanding Dao arts. It neither excelled in fire arts like the Lifen Tribe nor in long-range attacks like the Sky Bow Tribe, much less soul-refining arts. It was chiefly known for brute strength and serving as a living shield. These were traits of the Sky-Supporting Lineage, and also the impression the vast majority of barbarians left on the myriad races!
What did the Black Tower High Priest want with demon souls?! Was he going to take them home and keep them like goldfish in a vase, just to admire them?!
Actually, the jade bottle on the auction platform was crystal clear. Inside, two exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful demon souls shaped like crucian carp could