Money. He needed money now.
But where was he supposed to find another five hundred thousand? He was out of time, yet how could he accept this? After pouring in so much, he might finally have a chance to reach the Continental Core, only to be stopped cold by this last hurdle.
Kazilan had reached her limit. The woman had practically collapsed into her chair, without even the strength to bid.
Cat Three could bring him those six million, but Li Ziran no longer wanted six million Void Coins. He only wanted a chance to reach the Continental Core.
He turned to look behind him. Snow looked bewildered, Goni deliberately avoided his gaze, and Anfuni and Gimbot were nowhere to be seen. Among all these seats, there was not a single person willing to help him.
Li Ziran could not help smiling bitterly. It was only five hundred thousand. He had scraped together six million, only to fall short by this little. How pathetic. Yet he knew very well that the final push was often the hardest.
There was no way out, even if he wrung his brain dry. He rapidly reviewed everything he had, searching for his advantages. But what advantage could raise five hundred thousand in just twenty seconds? Even the four great races of the Void Expanse probably could not manage it.
Witch Doctor!
He was a Witch Doctor, but unlike traditional Witch Doctors, he had spent his whole life pursuing the shaping of shells themselves.
Shells!
The Tidal Shell, a special shell containing a complete tide. Perhaps this was what he did best, the skill that could earn him the most money.
Bang!
Li Ziran suddenly stood up, overturning the entire drinks table with the force of his movement. Glasses smashed across the floor. The abrupt