"There are Spirit Veins!"
Feeling the aura that had reached an intense peak, everyone present felt their spirits violently shaken.
Among them, a few with slightly weaker resolve couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, their faces flushed with excitement and thrill.
However, before the crowd could take any action, Qiu Fengyang and his four companions had already positioned themselves, one in front of each of the five cave entrances.
In Cao Hao's hand, a dagger promptly appeared, his face wearing a cold smirk as he looked at everyone.
"Heh heh, with such a treasure trove, how could there not be someone to lead? We five will take a loss and let you all have a sip of the soup," he said.
What does that mean?
Hearing Cao Hao's words, the expressions of most people there stiffened slightly, and then, one after another, their gazes turned decidedly gloomy.
