For a time, many of the wandering cultivators from other places were disheartened.
They had come here for the saint's bone, and it was indeed very tempting. It was worth the risk.
But the problem was, taking risks out of desperation was one thing, sending himself to his death was another.
They were adventurers, but they were definitely not brainless people who would die.
No matter how good the Saint bone was, what was the use of losing one's life to get it?
In any case, to them, the vast divine Kingdom on land was filled with opportunities. It wasn't just the burial ground that was worth taking the risk. Since this road didn't work, they would change to another road. There wasn't much loss.
The one who was truly in trouble was the hundred beasts clan.
As the actual ruler of the beast King City, it was not an exaggeration to call the hundred beasts clan the local tyrant of the beast King City.
