"Wait a moment!"
Just as Yin Hong was about to make his move, Xu Yan suddenly spoke up.
"Young man, it's too late for regrets now!"
Yin Hong sneered ferociously.
"Who said I'm backing out?"
Xu Yan looked at him with disdain and asked, "Do you carry Spirit Crystals with you?"
Everyone was startled. They were on the brink of a life-and-death struggle—what did Spirit Crystals have to do with it?
Even Yin Hong was taken aback, his eyebrows knitting together before he responded, "Of course I have Spirit Crystals!"
Overjoyed by this response, Xu Yan said, "Quick, hand them over. Otherwise, I'm worried that in a bit, if I can't control my strength and end up destroying them, the loss will be substantial!"
The crowd: ...
Face red with anger, Yin Hong retorted, "Scoundrel, how dare you humiliate me!"
He unfolded the fan in his hand, ready to strike.