The pangolins wiped the blood off their faces, each showing signs of energy depletion.
The old Snake-man said, "Heh, activating a blood curse naturally has some backlash. Presumably, everyone in their city has similar symptoms, and whether there are future troubles is still an unknown."
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "With such severe side effects, humans definitely won't sell their own bloodline."
The pangolins began discussing what should be purchased. 66,500 can buy the technology of a Level Three civilization!
But having too many value points in their hands isn't necessarily a good thing. They are only a Level Two civilization and may not be able to hold on to such wealth.
The leader at the forefront said, "We must enhance our military power!"
"We want to purchase the production lines for Apocalypse Tanks, Multi-functional Infantry Vehicles, and Kirov Airships... Hmm, and also some technology from the Technology Tree of Third-level Civilization..."
