“I knew it.”0

Long Chen rolled his eyes and cursed himself for being foolish. This thing was located right by the entrance, so how could such a good thing wind up in his hands when he was so late?0

The greater demon who had just grabbed the bead let out a roar and severed his own arm. His face turned pale as paper, and with clenched teeth, he vanished.0

The other contender froze in place, clearly relieved he had been one step slower. If not, he would’ve been the one cutting off an arm. But it wasn’t just the limb—the greater demon’s aura had clearly plummeted. There had to be something off about the bead.0

The other cultivator glanced at Long Chen. For a moment, it looked like...0