A fierce battle erupted in the great hall. Before long, one sheet of silver paper was contained within the fighting range of six False Core cultivators. Yet the six restrained one another, and not one of them could obtain that sheet.
As for the other sheet of silver paper, the six also wanted to seize control of it. Unfortunately, if they did so, how could the other twenty-odd people be willing to work for them? Though their cultivation was inferior to those six, not one of them was willing to make wedding clothes for someone else without compensation.
Once the six False Core cultivators drew the other sheet of silver paper into their battle zone, the twenty-odd people would certainly swarm over, and the current balance would be lost.
Though the six False Core cultivators were unwilling, they could only temporarily give up on the other sheet. At the same time, no one dared rely on their own strength to forcefully snatch it. Not to mention that the twenty-odd others would never agree, even the remaining five would likely not allow one False Core cultivator to snatch food from a tiger's mouth through sheer strength. For a time, a strange situation formed here.
Seeing this, Buro naturally rejoiced in secret. Though arrogant, he had not reached the point of daring to snatch food from the hands of six False Core cultivators alone. The instant he made a move, he might be discovered before even touching that sheet of silver paper. With all six having their Divine Sense firmly locked onto it, he would only be walking into a trap.
But among the twenty cultivators nearby, the strongest was only at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection. Buro was confident that he could snatch the silver paper and flee before they noticed him.