"Retreat!"
In the end, whether it was the Human Clan or the Sacred Moon Clan, they all broke open space and fled.
"Fifty percent, my clan is willing to offer fifty percent of our treasure house as long as the Quasi-Saint makes a move!!" That Golden Winged Ric instantly panicked, offering the highest price he could.
Suddenly, a giant bubble appeared in the sky, and inside it were the Human Clan and Sacred Moon Clan escaping through space.
At this moment, the gray-haired Elder and his three disciples began to look grim; his worst fear was materializing.
The Demon Clan's Quasi-Saint was making a move; they had to deploy their biggest trump card.
"Younger brother, I'm afraid I've dragged you into this mess. Your avatar and these Sacred Moon Clan puppets - we'll all self-detonate together."
"The four of us, master and disciples, are also prepared to self-detonate. Such a shame we couldn't take away anything we prised from the Golden Winged Ric's treasure house."
