Just then, a shadow shot out from the crowd, rushing ahead of everyone else and darting into the small room.
The Demon Cultivator whose mind was clouded by the abundance of Spiritual Objects was solely fixated on pocketing them all, refusing to let anyone else touch a single one.
The other Demon Cultivators weren't in a hurry; instead, they watched their companion—who just a moment ago was at their side but now was utterly obsessed—coldly, with not the slightest intention to lend a hand.
When the crazed Demon Cultivator swept up every last Spiritual Object and tried to leave, the remaining seven didn't hesitate for a second. They hadn't spoken in advance, yet moved with silent understanding—all striking at him at once.
How can two fists rival four hands, let alone several Demon Cultivators of the same level?
He couldn't withstand the overwhelming force, and without any chance to resist, was torn to pieces by the immense energy—completely dead, no hope of survival.
