"You are an ignorant white-eyed wolf, and you still make such a grand excuse for yourself!"

Jin Ran's face was extremely gloomy and he shouted angrily at Mo Qi and the other two.

If placed on the Continent of Ten Thousand Races, if there were just two strong men at the beginning of the Saint level, he could just wave his hand and a lot of strong men would come and kill them for him.

However, in this battle field where the saint level is respected by all races, even Jin Ran has to face up to the power of the three people in front of him.

"Jin Ran, there's no need to be pretentious, I'm just asking you, do you want to hand over the token or not?"

Mo Qi snorted coldly and shouted bluntly.

As his words fell, the powerful auras of the four saint-level warriors swept away fiercely. Suddenly, the atmosphere in this world was extremely depressing!

"Zhao Xuetu!"

"Mo Qi, Zhong Nian, are you going to rebel?"

Elder Ling and Jin Xianxuan, who were fighting with the saint-level war spirits, obviously noticed the movement here and immediately shouted angrily.

However, even if they were aware of the changes at the rear, they would still be unable to escape in a short period of time when faced with a saint-level fighting spirit whose strength was not inferior to theirs, and whose methods were even more bizarre.

"You two, if you don't hand over the token, don't blame us for being rude!"

In response to the angry shouts of Mr. Ling and Jin Xianxuan, the four saint-level experts just glanced at them. When they realized that they could not protect themselves at this time, their eyes shifted to Jin Ran and Yun Jun again.

"This place is no longer of much use to you. You have a bright future. I advise you to think clearly about whether it is worthwhile to lose your life here!"

Mo Qi glanced at Jin Ran and the others. In his eyes, there was no longer any respect, but instead a kind of disdain for ants as a saint-level strongman!

If it weren't for the sake of the power behind them, they wouldn't bother to take a second look at the powerful men no matter how talented they were.

Because, for them, these guys do not belong to the Ten Thousand Races War Territory. They will eventually return to the Ten Thousand Races Continent to develop. No matter how great their achievements are in the future, it will not affect them.

Under this aura, the pretty faces of Yunyin and Yun Lan both became unusually pale.

Even semi-saint level experts like Yun Jun and Jin Ran had serious expressions on their faces.

These four guys can dominate one side in the battlefield of all races, and they have done a lot of killing in their hands.

In the current situation, they have no doubt that if they refuse, these four guys will kill them without mercy!

"Okay, I will give you the token, but you must not attack me!"

After pondering for a while, Jin Ran shouted in a deep voice.

At the moment, Jin Xianxuan is being held back by a saint-level war spirit. It will be impossible to rescue him for a while, and these four guys who are eyeing him are very likely to turn into ferocious beasts in the next second and kill him mercilessly.

shred.

Rather than having the token found out after his own death, it is better to hand over the thing voluntarily to avoid disaster. Jin Ran obviously saw this clearly.

After finishing his words, Jin Ran took out something from his arms and threw it towards the sky.

"Whoosh!"

Moreover, Jin Ran obviously had some deep intentions. His token was getting closer to Zhao Xuetu intentionally or unintentionally. It seemed that he was deliberately trying to provoke the two sides.

However, what made Jinran a little disappointed was that the four saint-level experts seemed to have seen through his mind. Mo raised his arm and caught the token in his hand.

Although Zhao Xuetu had a look of covetousness in his eyes, he never made a move to snatch it. Apparently, they had made an appointment long ago.

After taking the token, Mo Qi and others turned their attention to Yun Jun, and a great pressure was faintly suppressed towards the three women.

"you……"

Yunyin's pretty face was a little pale, but there was a strange look in her eyes when she looked at the four saint-level experts. It was as if she wanted to remember these people deeply in her mind.

Looking at Yunyin's eyes, Zhao Xuetu frowned, and a feeling of violence arose in his heart.

"I'll give it to you!"

Yun Jun's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she felt the killing intent in Zhao Xuetu's heart. Finally, she bit her silver teeth and sighed.

Immediately, Yun Jun also threw a token towards Zhao Xuetu.

"Haha, if you had been like this earlier, nothing would have happened!"

Zhao Xuetu grabbed the token in his hand and laughed.

These two tokens were forged by the ancestors of the two tribes who originally forged this altar. Only by possessing them can we accept the protection of this altar!

With this thing in their hands, they can cultivate some saint-level powerhouses in the battlefield of all races! Moreover, with this kind of treasure, they can also respond to many calls and win over many saint-level powerhouses!

Even if the Yun Ling clan and the Jin Yan clan are dissatisfied with them, there will be nothing they can do at that time!

"Bastard thing!"

Elder Ling and Jin Xianxuan, who were in the distance, looked at the strange situation here and looked very angry. However, even the two holy-level and intermediate-level fighting spirits made them unable to tell the difference at all!

"Haha, everyone, see you later!"

Zhao Xuetu and the others looked at each other with satisfaction in their eyes. Immediately, they laughed and prepared to fly away.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Jin Ran's voice suddenly sounded.

"What? Mr. Jin Ran has any objections?"

Mo Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At this time, Jin Ran had no deterrent effect on them at all. If the latter tried to snatch the token back, they would not mind having an extra soul in their hands.

"Haha, are you just planning to leave like this? You guys are really big-hearted."

Facing those contemptuous glances, Jin Ran suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Do any of you know about the Thunder Demon Clan's retaking of the secret realm?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing Jin Ran's words, the four people's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, there are not many cases where such special areas are taken away from the top races, and there are very few who can take them back.

However, there was a bloody massacre in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. Under that massacre, even dozens of saint-level experts fell!

That massacre was launched by the Thunder Demon clan in order to regain the special area where the war soul was born!

Rumor has it that the reason for that massacre was because a talented son of the Thunder Demon Clan was humiliated. In the end, the most powerful man from the Thunder Demon Clan, together with several other powerful men, forcibly tore open the space and lost dozens of people.

Hundreds of powerful saint-level warriors entered the battlefield of all races.

Each of these saint-level powerhouses possessed unique skills and had many trump cards. Wherever they passed, the saint-level powerhouses in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield were retreating steadily, and in the end they had to return that area to the Thunder Demon Clan.

"It seems that Young Master Jin Ran is kindly reminding us to eradicate the weeds?"
Chapter completed!