The people of the North District Envoy Hall now understood. If Mo Qi dared to kill one person, he dared to kill them all.
The Immortals' expressions turned grim.
They felt utterly helpless, faced with a brute who couldn't be reasoned with and was immune to threats.
Handing over all their wealth was simply unacceptable. After all, the Immortals present were either clan patriarchs or family ancestors.
Setting aside their clans' public assets, the personal wealth they had accumulated over thousands of years was enough to make their hearts bleed.
But compared to their wealth, their lives were obviously more important.
Even a child knew the answer to that question.
Within the Illusion Array, a group of nearly ten thousand young people stared at the all-too-familiar golden halo, their faces turning pale.
"Isn't this the fucking circle from the valley, the one he said needed Energy to activate the Array, so we all gave up our fortunes to power it?"
