“We are a bunch of beggars picking through the trash to the majestic supremes,” Liang Ruyue wheezed out a ghastly laugh. “If not for that, would we risk our lives and fight bitterly for a tiny opportunity that could kill us at any second?”

Who didn’t value their life?

Who didn’t want to live on?

Would they plunge themselves into the perilous spatial tide if there was any other option available to them?

The disciple of a supreme was naturally protected by his supreme’s treasures—the rest of them were just cannon fodder. Normally speaking, the end of one wave meant the arrival of extreme violence. But right now, no one had the desire to kill or raid the others by their side.

Ten treasures per person was more than enough. It would be drawing water with a sieve if they shed blood in...