He clenched his fist and another golden talisman appeared in his palm. This was another defensive talisman.
Although it was not enough to block more than twenty Quasi-Saints, it was enough to buy him some time.
"Hmph, you want to use talismans against me? If you use them, then what will you sell?"
The Quasi-Saint sneered, but the greed in his eyes had weakened.
He wasn't stupid. If he took the attack of a Level 7 Heaven-class talisman head-on, he would be severely injured even if he didn't die.
At that time, if he was blocked by the enemy, he would die here.
"If you don't wish to participate in the auction, you may leave. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to attack you," said Lin Mo, giving a final warning.
Hearing this, many of the living beings who were present laughed.
They felt that Lin Mo was boasting shamelessly. Even though he had the immortal sword, he couldn't ignore the presence of the many Quasi-Saints here.
