This feels like gambling with the future of the Hundred Ghost Sect.
Corpse-digging Ghost King was also aware of his shortcomings, so he smiled awkwardly without speaking.
However, Wang Ba didn't care about this, his gaze fixed tightly on the treasure gambling spot.
If his senses are correct... the fragments of the Wind-Driving Staff are right here in this place.
"Where exactly is it?"
Wang Ba's gaze swept across the crowd.
The appearances and forms of these people varied greatly, and their realms also differed significantly, with some weaker and some stronger.
But without exception, they were all shouting themselves hoarse, extremely excited.
Even for him, trying to find the fragments of the Wind-Driving Staff among so many cultivators was enough to give him a headache.
Just then, for some unknown reason, the crowd suddenly shouted loudly.
"Number thirty!"
"Dao treasure! Dao treasure!"
"Number thirty!"
"Waste fetus! Open waste fetus!"
