Just as the eight of them were locked in an evenly matched battle.
"Boom!"
An explosion rang out from not far below Crimson Gold Ancient Mountain, followed by a streak of light shooting toward them.
A large group of people was pursuing it relentlessly from behind.
At that moment, the streak of light seemed to spot the rune-carved staircase above Crimson Gold Ancient Mountain and immediately shot toward it.
Yet before it could reach the staircase, the instant it touched the passageway, an arc of lightning appeared and struck the streak of light. It shuddered violently, ejecting Chen Mo and the other five.
Wushuang Zi, Hua Yan, Yang Shuang, and the others chasing after them all changed expression and hurriedly stopped, afraid of touching the staircase as well and suffering a heavy blow.
They then spread out in an encirclement, surrounding Chen Mo and his group of six.
"Chen Mo, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Eastern Emperor Bell and the divine artifact you obtained. Otherwise, the six of you, husbands and wives alike, will all die here," Wuji Zi shouted.
Chen Mo and the others had escaped them in the mountain ravine. No matter what, they had to reclaim their lost face now.
"That's right. If you don't want to die, hand over the goods right now. Otherwise, if we attack together, we'll grind you to dust."
"Hand them over!"
The other experts also shouted.
Their eyes burned with desire.
According to the information they had received, Chen Mo and the others possessed a divine artifact, several Demigod Tools, and countless sacred objects. How could they not be tempted?
At this moment, they looked at Chen Mo as though he were a slab of fat meat, wishing they could carve him up between them.
Yet