Many eyes were fixed on the battlefield, but no one intervened.
Still, that attention invisibly eased some of the pressure on Lord Yuan Ao.
Because Lord Wu Hun had to guard against other powerful beings interfering, he held some strength in reserve as he fought.
Yet as time passed, Lord Yuan Ao gradually began to falter.
At that moment, he suddenly spoke.
"Wu Hun, you really covet this Strange Object, don't you? Do you know that this Strange Object wasn't the only thing I obtained there?"
Lord Yuan Ao's words piqued Lord Wu Hun's interest.
"Once I kill you, everything will be mine." That was what Lord Wu Hun said, but his movements clearly slowed another notch.
Of course, he was sufficiently confident in doing so. The situation was already under his control, and he was certain Lord Yuan Ao could not escape.
Or rather, he had shifted some of the attention originally devoted to "inflicting damage" toward "sealing off" and "imprisoning."
Yet Lord Yuan Ao, who had originally wanted to talk things over, suddenly grew agitated.
"I would rather destroy the Silk Thread Map Xuan Yuan left behind than hand it over to you!"
"The Silk Thread Map? Left behind by Xuan Yuan?"
Not only Lord Wu Hun, but the surrounding spectators were stunned as well.
They saw a complete Silk Thread Map appear in Lord Yuan Ao's hand, a mottled piece of silk interwoven with gold and black.
"The Silk Thread Map."
"He really does have one."
"Lord Wu Hun is getting a bargain."
Most of the spectators reckoned they were no match for Lord Wu Hun. Between the Silk Thread Map and the Strange Object, Lord Wu Hun would be able to obtain at least one.
But Lord Yuan Ao acted decisively, casually tearing the Silk Thread