Everyone was stunned; they hadn't expected Zhao Letian to be so ruthless and decisive, leaving them no chance for bargaining.
"Who else wants to waste words?"
Zhao Letian said with an expressionless face.
This was an assessment, a competition; he would show no mercy to anyone.
"Fine, take it."
After a moment of sullen silence, someone finally gritted their teeth and handed over all the items they had on them.
"Take it."
Following that, the others also handed over their essentials one after another.
Those who had survived thus far were all smart; they understood the principle that as long as the green hills last, there will be no shortage of firewood – spiritual treasures can be obtained again, but once life is gone, it's truly over.
"Whoosh."
At that moment, a violent wind howled through the area, and suddenly, a green thick fog appeared out of nowhere, enveloping everyone.
"It's poisonous mist."
