It didn't take long before more cultivators started head towards the exit as well. Not only had they started reaching the limit of their breath, but the pellets within the cauldron had all been claimed and trying to snatch them from others was becoming impossible. Furthermore, those golden pellets had caught the eye of the Ghost Prince, the two elites of the western deserts, and the fairies of temptation—normal cultivators didn't have any chance whatsoever to get their hands on them. Especially considering how the fumes were threatening their lives, they didn't have the heart to even consider fighting and were all preparing to leave.