"Let them calm down," Braydon Neal said softly. "They might give up on the auction."
Elder Levine was stunned.
Would Indiana Ibbot and the others really withdraw after reconsidering?
In fact, some people would.
A level seven body, draining the race's entire foundation—it was too reckless.
For a super race, this decision bordered on madness.
Gambling the fate of the race for a corpse?
There would surely be strong opposition within the race.
That's why he couldn't afford to let them come to their senses.
On stage, Imran Haak quickened the auction's pace in response to the relentless bids.
"Room 109 bids 98 trillion auction coins. If there isn't…"
"One hundred trillion!"
The golden flood dragon shouted from the window, his eyes almost red with desperation.
One hundred trillion auction coins.
For the demons, it meant pulling resources that could nurture a thousand peak-level cultivators all at once.
