It was none other than Mu Jun who’d arrived here. He wasn’t really interested in the Nether God’s Spear, and he’d merely fought for it with Mo Ke because he didn’t want it to fall into Mo Ke’s hands. Now that it had fallen into the hands of another, he was naturally not interested to fight for it. In any case, it was fine so long as it didn’t enter into Mo Ke’s hands!

When compared with the Nether God’s Spear, he was even more interested in the Ninth Hell Cold Gale. After all, it was a Natural Treasure. Even the Exalted Han Empire only had one Natural Treasure! If he was able to obtain the Ninth Hell Cold Gale, then his strength would definitely improve greatly. At that time, could anyone in the entire Ancient Battlefield be a match for him, Mu Jun?

Even he didn’t dare say that he was unrivaled in the Ancient Battlefield that monstrous geniuses gathered at. However, it would be different if he possessed the Ninth Hell Cold Gale! So, he’d followed them!

He glanced at the situation here, and then his gaze descended onto Yang Ye in the end. After that, he frowned and said, “Am I too late?”

“Of course not!” Meanwhile, Mo Qingyu grinned and said, “You can say that you came at just the right time!”

Mu Jun glanced at Mo Qingyu and said, “He hasn’t succeeded yet?”

“Of course!” Mo Qingyu said, “He forcefully swallowed it into his body. Even though...