Chapter 1171 - 1054: Contrast_2
The reason for the battle between the two sides is only one: the fight over the spiritual objects from the auction!
One side is the plunderers, the other the protectors.
Despite the factions that obtained the spiritual objects during the auction being exceedingly cautious, employing various measures to mislead others, and even hiding for days in the Immortal City,
they were ultimately targeted regardless.
"Curse it! How did you manage to discover us?" roared a protector, now severely injured, with gritted teeth.
"Trace of the Wild Goose—under these heavens, there are myriad divine powers. How could a Fellow Daoist possibly know them all?" said the leader of the cultivators, cloaked entirely in black cloth with not a hint of skin exposed.
"Even if I die, I will never hand over the spiritual object to you!"
With that, the cultivator, gasping for air and still injured, forcibly reversed his mana, evidently preparing to self-detonate and drag several foes down with him.
"Hmph! Do you truly think I’d let you succeed?" the black-clad cultivator sneered coldly, extending his hand. At that moment, a shadow of a hand appeared miles away, rapidly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and morphing into a giant palm. It directly interrupted the cultivator’s attempt at self-detonation, thwarting his desire to perish alongside others.
Thud!