"Well... seniors, we came back empty-handed this time," an Old Antique ventured.
The others nodded in agreement.
There were also people like Xiao Ji and Lin Xiao, who coldly eyed Ba and Yue Chi ahead, along with Li Xuanzhen, who had joined them, with some hostility.
Although the Old Antiques hardly walked an honorable path themselves, some still instinctively recoiled from Weird Objects. After all, many of their ancestors had died resisting the Restricted Zones.
"Nothing?" Li Xuanzhen frowned slightly.
Baleful qi began rising from Ba's entire body, and a sneer curled its lips. "A bunch of human vermin, lying without a second thought. I have reliable information that the madman back then took none of the Weird Object remains. Must blood be spilled before you tell the truth?"
"No, senior, it looked as though someone had looted the place. Even the slightly valuable decorations were gone," someone denied, waving his hands.
Squelch.
The man's expression froze. He lowered his head in disbelief. A huge, dark blue-black hand had pierced his chest, and surging lava flooded his limbs and bones. This expert's body was like a furnace collapsing as it burned, crumbling to pieces.
A golden orb flew from his body, shooting into the distance at an incredible speed. But Ba merely sneered and grabbed with its huge hand. The orb, which had already flown several yards away, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, returning to its hand, where it crushed it.
An Eighth Tier Old Antique of extraordinary origins had fallen just like that.
A deathly silence filled the scene. A deep chill welled up inside everyone. This Ba was terrifying to be able to kill an Eighth Tier expert so cleanly and decisively. It was far beyond an ordinary Ninth Stage being.
If it went berserk,