"You want to seize the token in my hand?"
The middle-aged man in the Purple Dragon Robe had eyes full of ice.
The clansmen behind him also had faces full of anger.
These guys dared to plunder them?
"That's right, your Dayuan Immortal Clan has long been in decline. You're not fit to hold the token to enter the secret realm. If you don't want to die, hand over the token, otherwise, this starry sky will be your grave."
The voice from the red flying boat opposite spoke coldly.
Voices from the other two flying boats echoed: "Hand over the token, or we'll leave you without a grave!"
Nearby forces watching this scene immediately showed expressions of enjoyment.
Some even had similar thoughts.
Most of the forces gathered here actually didn't have tokens.
They came here partly to witness what the legendary secret realm, which appears once every hundred thousand years, is like.
