"The life-saving grace has been repaid!"
"Don't bring this up in the future!!!"
Before the words were finished!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several sharp silhouettes, carrying distinctly powerful auras, shot out like specters from the nondescript corners along the edge of the basin, emerging from the shadows!
They did not rush towards the Source Core, nor did they attack Fang Qingyu.
Instead, like the most solid dam, they fiercely inserted themselves between the newly surging greedy crowd and Fang Qingyu!
Leading the group was a man of compact build, carrying a peculiarly shaped metal long stick on his back.
It was Deng Jia, who had earlier sneered at the "Thunder Source Material not even dogs would want" at the entrance of the abyss.
Beside him was the tall and thin youth who Fang Qingyu had saved by blocking the entrance back in the ruins cave; now he wielded a new blade exuding an icy gleam, his gaze sharp as an eagle.
