On the other side of the Burial World, in the Quasi-Saint Realm elimination zone, where Ye Hua, Fatty Zhang, and the others were gathered.
"Jin Su, Liang Yi, what the hell are you bastards trying to do?
You actually dared to scheme behind our backs and ambush us. Aren't you afraid the Misty Sect will settle accounts with you once we leave the Secret Realm?!"
Fatty Zhang bristled with fury and cursed at the top of his lungs, the rolls of fat on his hefty body trembling with agitation.
At that moment, Ye Hua, Su Yan, Shui Furong, and more than fifty others stood tightly back-to-back, forming a solid defensive line to protect one another.
Yet dense ranks of Scavengers surrounded them-well over a hundred thousand people. They surged in like a tide and encircled the group, leaving them unable to escape even if they sprouted wings.
By comparison, Ying Ming Hao's situation was even more dangerous, with over three hundred thousand enemies besieging him. Even so, the situation here was still staggeringly grim.
Worse still, just a short while earlier, Jin Su from the Central Saint Palace and Liang Yi, a Heavenly Prodigy from the South Sea Continent who had come with him, along with their companions, had suddenly turned on them and attacked without warning.
Fortunately, everyone had remained highly vigilant and prepared in advance, so their losses had not been too severe. Only a handful had been killed on the spot.
"Hehehe, Ye Hua, Shui Furong, you'd better surrender obediently. If you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being ruthless!
At worst, we can keep your corpses and still enjoy a different sort of pleasure...
Hahaha..."
Liang Yi leered at Ye Hua and the other women with an utterly sleazy,