A single Breakthrough Pearl —a treasure worth untold riches, unattainable even with mountains of gold—was in Ryven's possession.
No one knew exactly how the group had learned of this, but it was clear that the information was reliable. The fact that it drew this group of ruthless individuals here was proof enough.
Near the desolate temple, the atmosphere grew heavy.
The killing intent whirled through the mountain winds, flattening the wild grass on the ground.
"Don't let him bluff you! Don't give him time to recover. Let's all go in together!"
It was Martin who broke the tense silence.
Among the nine, he was visibly the strongest. If he wanted to claim the Breakthrough Pearl, there was no time to waste.
After speaking,Martin cautiously stepped toward the desolate temple. His long knife was held horizontally in front of him, ready to block or strike at any moment.
"Move!"